---

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