Son Of Sam J.K. The Reaper

[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