Song parody of
Sins of the Father
by Steve-O Creep
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Mutt nigga
Turned grave digger
Turned whole demon
Slaughter all season
Daddy did it too
Before me n you
Out in Youngstown
In east Liverpool
Sold them packs too
You got work to do
You got things to prove
He had debts to pay
Now they pass to you
Choices made
Let's take a Christian boy
And rearrange his brain
Let's take his love and joy
And give him all our hate
Let's make a blood pact
We won't see heaven gates
Let's let his soul burn
He'll do it anyway
You see that easy lick
Let's see you dedicate
Gotcha nigga
I'll prove it, I'll do it
I'll kill in the name of a gang
Ink it all over my body
Print it all over my brain
I worship the pain
It's in my blood, this D.N.A
I feel it washing over me
I keep a gun, I make a play
Cuz killing is the only way
I gain fear I gain respect
I make promises not threats
I feel Satan on my neck
I Take a life, feel no regret
Wavin that stick out the window
Black steel with extendo
Gunshots have no end tho
Backing my words with my
Actions
No fake rap, no capping
Only way to keep creep happy
Is have some ass or
Pistols clapping
If I say it, shit gon happen
This is my life , this ain't a game
Aimin for that Manson fame
All you pussy nigga's lame
Hate you from my shitty city
Where bitches rob you if they
Pretty
Mutt nigga
Turned grave digger
Turned whole demon
Slaughter all season
Daddy did it too
Before me n you
Out in Youngstown
In east Liverpool
Sold them packs too
You got work to do
You got things to prove
He had debts to pay
Now they pass to you
Choices made
Let's take a Christian boy
And rearrange his brain
Let's take his love and joy
And give him all our hate
Let's make a blood pact
We won't see heaven gates
Let's let his soul burn
He'll do it anyway
You see that easy lick
Let's see you dedicate
Gotcha nigga
I'll prove it, I'll do it
I'll kill in the name of a gang
Ink it all over my body
Print it all over my brain
I worship the pain
It's in my blood, this D.N.A
I feel it washing over me
I keep a gun, I make a play
Cuz killing is the only way
I gain fear I gain respect
I make promises not threats
I feel Satan on my neck
I Take a life, feel no regret
Wavin that stick out the window
Black steel with extendo
Gunshots have no end tho
Backing my words with my
Actions
No fake rap, no capping
Only way to keep creep happy
Is have some ass or
Pistols clapping
If I say it, shit gon happen
This is my life , this ain't a game
Aimin for that Manson fame
All you pussy nigga's lame
Hate you from my shitty city
Where bitches rob you if they
Pretty
