Los [screwed] Lyrics - South Park

I was raised on beans and rice 

and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised 

Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the mice 

I'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had lice 

I'm the kid that lost my sanity 

I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries 

Mama sat me down for some serious talks 

On how to keep the rats out the cereal box 

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I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga 

I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga 

Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats 

The penitantary's the only place when I can relax 

I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge 

The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids 

I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own 

I got a camera 

for every fuckin' inch of my home 

It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck 

I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck 

A G daddy left me at the age of three 

Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me 

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Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit 

I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit 

No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch 

You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitch 

Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head 

Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead, 

You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too 

all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you