| Yo, I’m in a bad mood, push it, push me, go ahead and push me |
| You cat pool, pussy, pussy, I said it, pussy |
| Fuck a hater, what they gonna say to the hater |
| Fuck a razor blade, the grenade that chug a file to sucker day to day I suffered |
| Catch a train to my favorite juggle |
| They concerning, take the burner, determined to make the summer |
| I ain’t a gangsta but that ain’t taking the gangsta from us |
| I swear to my daughters without taking orders and shake him off it |
| Caught up in making brothers repent for mistaking others |
| The spade or the spade, you can play them cards in the basement |
| Under my chest is a rocket box, full combo for taking numbers |
| And lessons I brought that you brother stopped |
| You niggas runners, chase you, baby gunners and ankles |
| Take them peoples is a great mistake |
| But I mingle your face then lace up your ankles to script the statement |
| Fuck a rapper, today I could take his label |
| I’m making earthquake be stable, rip my shirt and rick the tables |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Damn, why am I how I am, what I am |
| Momma quiet the drama, tell 'em to silence my lamb |
| I can name on my hand top five of my hand |
| Jerk me, me, me, me, me is all I came on my hand |
| Gorilla thoughts, I’m an ape with a plan |
| Killer pause, blow your brain on your man |
| I’ve been out of my mind before I was in my mind |
| Give me a potter, Harry, I’m Harry Potter with rum |
| Height of a spider’s flight, Peter Parker with glum |
| Friday’s the dark of night, with my partners in crime |
| Horse shoe at your door, Bobby Parker would mind |
| Flow straight as a row, I’m an archer with mine |
| Call a copper or call me, I’m not a regular kind |
| I’m leaving notes that your code was decoded write up and buy |
| Creep inside of the Jeep and the sleepers sneak through the fog |
| Murder you all and go speak to my dog, he understands |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |
| Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam |