Dead Pictures South Park Mexican (Ft. Carolyn & Jak Da Ripa)

[Verse 1: SPM]
It's after midnight while I let this pen write
In my cell it's just me and this dim light
As my thoughts get spilled on a notebook
They shot my homie and I told his girl don't look
Cause if she saw what I saw it would've haunted her
I heard the paramedics laughing with the officer
I guess they see it as just another dead body
And I know it hurt when his daughter said, "Mommy
Where's daddy? I ain't seem him in a long time."
How can mommy talk, she can't even stop crying
The punchline I tomorrow may never come
That's where the cops get 187 from
It means murder not death by natural causes
It means homie's clothes redder than Santa Clause's
In Hillwood many dies facing obstacles
I thank God it's not me in that pile of skulls

[Hook: Carolyn]
Slugs around the block boys
Thugging til they drop laws
Putting G's on lock
So we flush it when they knock
Caught up in the system
These haters play the victim
Wanna see us fall
Like dead pictures on the wall