my daddy's son

born a bastard oh kaaaay haven't master
baby steps of players on roller skates photos
ressurrection what ever sean john doesn't
even make jeans to fit that behind

my daddy's son

walking head down in darkest battling those
who claim to be the smartest cube rude boy
3 to 5 year old toys you stop to play left
as ashes i smash board idols into dust in the win

colume rows and blinking horus eye crows
get shakled wit slab rock in a lot performing
tricks for meals but they didn't know the were
in the pot ready to squill su heee

am i

my daddy's son

mercenary v for vegilante i hold grudges on window cleans
ledge gargole type roping the edge of blade three clings
to your esophagus bank robbers bust back so i empire strike back
the abulance claps and furneral homes go on talking on phone

just like my pa i claw out harlots eyes keeping prize tweetie bird
in sight size bathing suits and tdc boots shine for movement
check the score your losing can't give you the game tooth brush
or trigger wheres the fame?

my daddy's son

marine brat tilt pin ballin hat and crap
even flows who knows where your talent will lead you