Iron Monkey – Son of a Gun

Lyrics Son of a Gun – Iron Monkey

Hello from the gutter of ” new york city ” – a son of sam
” sam ” ,my farther needs some blood
To preserve his youth
I love to hunt, prowling the streets
Looking for your tasty meat
Keep out of my way
Or you will die ! here we go now, yeah !

Hello from the gutter of ” new york city ” – a son of sam
Demons commanded me
To kill by this 44
I’m on a different wave length
Than everybody else
Keep out of my way
Or you will die !

Kill for my master ” sam ”
In this hole lives wicked king
Breed for my master ” sam ”
I’m a son of a gun
44 caliber killer

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