J.K. The Reaper - Son Of Sam lyrics

[Hook: J.K. The Rapper] k**a k**a k**a Im the f**ing Son Of Sam son of satan Shout out to the mother f**ing raiders These other rap n***as Turned f*g wearing makeup Tell em f** em all till they hate us [Verse 1: J.K. The Rapper] b**h I think I'm based god hoes on my dick cause I look like Oprah f** a name gang fang sharper then a cobra Chilling on my sofa Watching beavis and bu*thead These underground rappers don't get enough cred f** it we might as well come up and and rape the industry No matter your opinion your gonna remeber me making history f**ing up the whole of facade Of the these rap n***as thats so soft But swearing they go go hard Its so odd I'm f**ing up these n***as future Ask drake what his favorite color is fuchsia f**ing f*ggot fairy tales f**ing 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 Know I'm high really high first verse is the sh** b**h But thats something you wouldn't get [Hook: J.K. The Rapper] k**a k**a k**a Im the f**ing Son Of Sam son of satan Shout out to the mother f**ing raiders These other rap n***as Turned f*g wearing makeup Still yelling f** em all till they hate us k**a k**a k**a Im the f**ing Son Of Sam son of satan Shout out to the mother f**ing raiders These other rap n***as Turned f*g wearing makeup Tell em f** em all till they hate us