Jackers In my Home - South Park Mexican

They wipe tears, while I wipe fingerprints off lead

They say shoot for the stars, I say shoot for the head

I beleave in good times having peace and fun

But im still in my room, tryna grease my gun

Can’t let it get rusty, if it shoot I breaks

The only thing I want jammin is my screwed out tape

And tomorrow is a big day, gotta get my rest

Forty five «G's"out of town, link by a tres

I’m all alone, my girl said that she couldn’t make it Cuz she caught a damn cold, and her whole body is achin

And I feel kinda nervous, butterflies in my stomach

But I drift off to sleep, really thinkin nothin of it Then something wakes me up, and I open my eyes

Somebody is in my house, I’m heartbroken cuz I Couldn’t tell my mom bye

They finally cought me slippin'

I’ma die like a man, homeboy I ain’t trippin'

Gunhsots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothin’too fancy just your average tombstone

I’m sorry that I choose the life under the cursed

I’ll be dressed in a suit, finally going to church

Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams

Red beams in my house, man this shit is so extreme

I saw 'em dressed up in all black, with the mask

And knew I they was comin’for the birds and the cash

So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and stared crawlin

And this is the price you gotta pay when you ballin

But how did they get the spare key to my crib

It had to be my bitch, she gon’die if I live

Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser

And I’m hearin someone whisper sayin, «Los ima get you»

And I know is the devil but I pay it no mind

But i’ve been dodging that fool ever since I was nine

Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my mossberg

Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word

Little did I know they had night vision googles

When they saw me on the floor, boys squeezed on the throttle

Gunhsots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothin’too fancy just your average tombstone

I’m sorry that I choose the life under the cursed

I’ll be dressed in a suit, finally going to church

Shots started ringin’I was tumblin and diving

Running out of time with my mind on surviving

Dove out the window, but I started seeing stars

I forgot last week bought some burglar bars

Now my face is all wet, and I know it ain’t sweat

Bullet hit my leg, so I rolled to my left

Guess where I was at?

Damn right in the closet

Grabbed the pump, now it’s my turn to make a deposit

Damn slugs ain’t no punk, hit the boy in his back

Saw his right leg flying, and it knocked down my lamp

Unloaded, reloaded, it was a three men army

Now they looking like they got us at the end of a party

One was still alive, so I started asking questions

He could barely talk, spitting blood like venom

He said he had a team, and that people would rent him

I killed the messengers now I need to send him

Gunhsots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothin’too fancy just your average tombstone

I’m sorry that I choose the life under the cursed

I’ll be dressed in a suit, finally going to church