Son of Sam

I’m a person with a bad omen
Find me in the zone, stoning
And stabbed you in the abdomen
Grabbed you by the hair
Dragged you down the stairs till your neck’s broken
Stomped you on the chest till it cracks open
I’m living by the sword like a mad shogun
Watching you bleeding, struggle and wheezing
All you see is blood red and blurry visions
And that’s what you’ll get when you dissed my division
Hunting you down like it’s season
Cold blooded, freezing
Can’t keep my cool, damn I need to chill
Taking my time when I kill
Fuck how you feel
Shit’s recorded in video
Watching the clip back
While I’m eating my big bowl of cereal
Watch how i’m pulling the clip back
That’s the sound that you heard when I blast three leads through the head
Another three rounds just for me to make sure you are dead
Robbed all your cheddar
I’ll bring the rain to the gloomiest weather, with a beretta
The anti-matter, exploding till your organs splatter
Served that shit like mixed grill on platter