Son of a Gun
G.O.D. PT. III featuring Flame Killa Lyrics

He laid face down
The man was lying on his stomach in the sand

In the desert sand
The location was a desert

Clutching a sixgun
He was holding a pistol in his hand

In his hand
The man was holding the sixgun

And me & Maria went to watch him die.
The singers observed the man lying in the desert

Suddenly the raised and said:
The man abruptly got up and spoke

Help me now, or I shoot you dead!.
He threatened the singers that he would shoot them if they didn't help him

I got an arrow in my back
He had an arrow wound in his back

And it aches as hell!!
The arrow wound was very painful

So we jumped on down in the yellow sand
The singers went down to help the man in the sand

Started helping this gunfighting man
The man was involved in gunfights

He was six feet tall`n`four feet wide
He was a large man

And the wagon tipped from side to side
The wagon was unsteady because of his weight

Driving into the red, red sun
They were heading towards the sun that was casting a red light

Poor mule he could hardly run
The mule drawing the wagon was struggling to run

I turned my head to Maria
The singer looked at Maria

And she turned her head to mine:
Maria also looked back

And we knew...
They had a shared knowing or understanding

What he was going to do
They had a premonition of what he would do

He was going to shoo-oo-oy
He was going to shoot anyone he saw

His whole way through
He would continue shooting everyone in his path

And his name was on the pistol
His name was engraved on the pistol he carried

And he was son of a gun!!
He was born to gunfighting parents

As we went driving into town
They continued the journey to town

We saw these posters all around
They saw posters with a reward for his capture

There was a big reward upon his head
The reward for his capture was significant

'Cause the Marshall wanted to see him dead...
The Marshall wanted to capture or kill him

As we talked about this gunfighting man
They discussed the man with gunfighting experience

We saw the steel in his hand:
They saw that he was holding a gun

Now folks I want to see you run!
He wanted people to run from him

To the rhythm of my gun!!
He would shoot as they ran

Well I was saved & I was glad
The singer felt relieved and grateful

Thanks to my old stetson hat®
The singer was wearing a hat that protected him

It went through the top
The bullet went through the top of the hat

Only leaving a spot
The bullet left a small hole on the hat

It was fabricated by an Indian bud
An Indian friend had made the hat

Who did not now that he was hot
The maker didn't know he was wanted

Hanging on the posters everywhere...
The posters with the reward for his capture were everywhere

So I took one step back
The singer took a step back

And tipped my hat
He tipped his hat to acknowledge the shooter

And looked him in his eyes
He made eye contact with the shooter

Aom shit he was telling me the
The shooter was talking and suddenly…

Dirtiest lies
He was lying to the singer

I had no time to get away
The singer couldn't escape

I was trapped in the USA
He was stuck in the United States of America

C`mon Maria, let`s get out of his war...
The singer and Maria had to leave because of the shooter

Dow! Flam bam! Pow! Bow!
Sounds associated with gunshots and gunfire