Son Of Sam

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck A Name Gang Uh, yeah [Verse 1] SpaceGhost, Coast to Coast was one of my favorite shows Used to be watching while I was fucking one of my favorite hoes Ripping off her pantyhose with this pocket knife that I found last night Drunk white bitch blowing on me like a bagpipe Rawer than the crack pipe, that's right Tryna get a yellow Mustang with a pinstripe Smoking on something that would probably fuck up your windpipes I grew this shit myself, named it SpaceGhostPurrp Frontin' niggas smoking red, you might as well smoke dirt Don't give a fuck about the herb, real promotion, shoved a CD up your skirt Fuck a job, I don't work While you bitches take your boss cupcakes off, I be jacking off On your grandma, replace your toothbrush with a handsaw That's what I call hands-on [Chorus] Ayy, killa, killa, killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup Still yelling "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us Ayy, killa, killa, killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup Tell em "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us [Verse 2] Bitch I think I'm Based God, hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Oprah Fuck a name, gang FANG sharper than a cobra Chilling on my sofa, watching Beavis and Butthead These underground rappers don't get enough cred, fuck it We might as well come up and rape the industry No matter your opinion, you're gonna remember me, making history Fucking up the whole facade of these rap niggas that's so soft But swearing they go hard, It's so odd I'm fucking up these niggas future Ask Drake what his favorite color is, fuchsia Fucking faggot fairy-tales fucking up the frail mind of the ignorant See it on TV and they surely get in to it I'm more interested in that Triple 6 Mafia Riding in the Chevy, bumping Lord Infamous "Now I'm high, really high", first verse is the shit, bitch But that's something you wouldn't get [Chorus] Killa, killa, killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup Still yelling "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us Killa, killa, killa, I'm the fucking son of Sam, son of Satan Shout out to the motherfucking Raiders These other rap niggas turned fag wearing makeup Tell 'em "Fuck them all", 'till they hate us [Outro] Fuck is my lighter? Fuck Shit, oh Hoes, I fucking wrote this shit On my shit man, fuck Fuckin', fuckin', ah, oh fuck Shit, um, oh yeah nigga Shoutout to the motherfucking raiders in this bitch, nigga You already know man, shout out to SpaceGhostPurrp nigga Fucking FANG my nigga You already know, it's J.K. The Rapper in this bitch man Blackland Radio 66.6, bitch Nigga