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necrosociety - son of sam كلمات الأغنية

[intro: jeff kamin]
after more than thirteen months of following thousands of leads down endless blind alleys, the detectives of the brooklyn omegas squad, part of that 300 cop .44 k!ller manhunt, captured the man they say is son of sam

[hook: hxlx]
b_tch, i’m like the son of sam
with no gun in hand
please, try to understand
why i’m k!lling them
b_tch, i’m not insane
b_tch, i’m like the son of sam
with no gun in hand
please, try to understand
why i’m k!lling them
b_tch, i’m not insane

[verse 1: needleguts]
i’m hiding with my knife with my toolie
under the floorboards ’cause i’m waiting for you, b_tch
i’m on meth, 24/7 drooling
ribs poke through my skin, i ain’t ate in like 2 weeks
all i think bout is cutting up
b_tch, i wanna rip your skin
i’ma open you up for surprises like a kinder egg

[chorus: needleguts]
open you up, open you up
all i think about is cutting you up
open you up, open you up
all i think about is cutting you up
open you up, open you up
all i think about is cutting you up
open you up, open you up
all i think about is cutting you up
[hook: hxlx]
b_b_tch, i’m like the son of sam
with no gun in hand
please, try to understand
why i’m k!lling them
b_tch, i’m not insane
b_tch, i’m like the son of sam
with no gun in hand
please, try to understand
why i’m k!lling them
b_tch, i’m not insane

[verse 2: hauntgat]
treat that f_cker like a piece of ham (piece of ham)
i don’t give a f_ck i chop ’em down straight by the god_mn limb
b_beat that mother f_cker, i’ma show him that i’m him (yeah)
pass the god d_mn scalpel, yeah, its time to give this guy a trim
b_beat that motherf_cker, yeah, it’s simple, i’m just twisted (twisted)
call me son of sam because your pain has just been lifted (lifted)
just for me to make it worse, you’ll wish that you resisted (yeah)
when i’m done, i’ll make sure that your soul it has been listed

[hook: hxlx]
b_b_tch, i’m like the son of sam
with no gun in hand
please, try to understand
why i’m k!lling them
b_tch, i’m not insane
b_tch, i’m like the son of sam
with no gun in hand
please, try to understand
why i’m k!lling them
b_tch, i’m not insane
[verse 3: k!llriddle]
pullin’ up with the motherf_ckin’ tool out
gasoline, b_tch, you ain’t gonna cool down
always talk sh_t, but you lookin’ like the fool now
stab and i stab ’til you in a blood pool, ow
i wanna punch you ’til your face is 2d
what you gon’ do, p_ssy? you ain’t gon’ shoot me
grabbin’ my cleaver, my cleaver, my beauty
its always so brutal, i’m always so gloomy
i got a gun tucked up
p_ssy boy i got a knife tucked up
i’m having fun you not
p_ssy, i’m cutting your dumb b_tch up
i got a gun tucked up
p_ssy_boy, i got a knife tucked up
i’m having fun, you not
p_ssy, i’m cutting your dumb b_tch up (yeah)
this, is a necrosociety exclusive

- necrosociety

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