Son Of Sam lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck A Name Gang
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
SpaceGhost, Coast to Coast was one of my favorite shows
Used to be watching while I was f*cking one of my favorite hoes
Ripping off her pantyhose with this pocket knife that I found last night
Drunk white b*tch 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 f*ck up your windpipes
I grew this sh*t myself, named it SpaceGhostPurrp
Frontin' n*ggas smoking red, you might as well smoke dirt
Don't give a f*ck about the herb, real promotion, shoved a CD up your skirt
f*ck a job, I don't work
While you b*tches 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 f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Still yelling "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us
Ayy, killa, killa, killa, I'm the f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Tell em "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us
[Verse 2]
b*tch I think I'm Based God, hoes on my di*k 'cause I look like Oprah
f*ck a name, gang FANG sharper than a cobra
Chilling on my sofa, watching Beavis and Butthead
These underground rappers don't get enough cred, f*ck it
We might as well come up and rape the industry
No matter your opinion, you're gonna remember me, making history
f*cking up the whole facade of these rap n*ggas that's so soft
But swearing they go hard, It's so odd
I'm f*cking up these n*ggas future
Ask Drake what his favorite color is, fuchsia
f*cking faggot fairy-tales f*cking 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 sh*t, b*tch
But that's something you wouldn't get

[Chorus]
Killa, killa, killa, I'm the f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Still yelling "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us
Killa, killa, killa, I'm the f*cking son of Sam, son of Satan
Shout out to the motherf*cking Raiders
These other rap n*ggas turned fag wearing makeup
Tell 'em "f*ck them all", 'till they hate us
[Outro]
f*ck is my lighter?
f*ck
sh*t, oh
Hoes, I f*cking wrote this sh*t
On my sh*t man, f*ck
f*ckin', f*ckin', ah, oh f*ck
sh*t, um, oh yeah n*gga
Shoutout to the motherf*cking raiders in this b*tch, n*gga
You already know man, shout out to SpaceGhostPurrp n*gga
f*cking FANG my n*gga
You already know, it's J.K. The Rapper in this b*tch man
Blackland Radio 66.6, b*tch
n*gga