Son of a Gun
G.O.D. Pt. III feat. Flame Killa Lyrics

Do you want to sit around and choose
Are you content with just sitting around and making choices?

Well, get ready world, your about to loose
Prepare yourself, world, for you are about to lose.

Don't come to me with that same old run
Don't approach me with that same old routine.

I'm the bastard son of a loaded gun
I am the illegitimate offspring of a lethal weapon.

Stay out of my path, stay out of my way
Do not cross my path, do not impede my progress.

You don't want to make my fucking day
You have no interest in making my day.

When I bust your shit, you'll know where I'm from
When I vanquish you, you will know the origin of my existence.

I'll blow your brains out with a gun
I will expel the contents of your cranium with a firearm.

I don't give a fuck about life's too short
I do not care because life is too brief.

I hold my meetings in the devil's court
I convene with the devil in his domicile.

It won't bother me if just for fun
It will not affect me if it is just for amusement.

I'll blow your fucking brains out with a gun
I will discharge a firearm into your head resulting in damaging consequences.

I'll deceive you, you're not my friend
I will mislead you, you are not my comrade.

I'll bring your life to a brutal end
I will conclude your existence in a crude, savage manner.

When the blood starts pumping, I'll have my fun
When the sanguine fluid starts coursing, I will obtain enjoyment.

I'm the bastard son of a loaded gun
I am the bastard child of an armed weapon.