Son of Sam

If I could bottle up all the shit that I have been through I'd slap a label on it, do anything to keep it from you I sit back watch you making the same mistakes of my past It's like watching a grain of sand run through a hour glass It's like watching a bezel up on a clock when it's ticking the wrong way And you can't find a way to make it stop The same motherfuckers, always something to say about my song The same motherfuckers, ladies always singing along So drop it to your knees and bow your head Thank the Lord for the blessings since he took him instead I understand you don't like to kill another man But when you're pinned in a corner , you gotta do what you can So don't feel bad for what it is you had to do I promise if it wasn't him, it damn sure would've been you It's what I do, it's who I am If I said it, I meant it, just the type of man I am when I sing I sing with passion,that's deep within my soul I hear the words in the music comes out of my mouth when I flow I got the balls of a steel, I have the heart of a lion what you bitches are selling, there's no way that I'm a buying So stop running your mouth before you find yourself dead I got no problem feeling all your asses full of lead Im your huckleberry, about to expose your plans I come with plans of my own, last one standing better man The ring around the roses pocket full of posies duck duck goose I spray the room the bitches blood flow like juice There's no quit in me, that's the man I always was That's the man that I'll always be It's what I do, it's who I am If I said it, I meant it, just the type of man I am It's what I do, it's who I am Bitches scatter like they just saw the Son of Sam