Son of Sam

I love to hunt
And prowling in the streets
Looking for fair game
And for tasty meat
Women of Queens
Are the prettiest of ‘em all
Go out and kill them
Said father Sam
I am a monster
The Beelzebub
I am the reaper
A chubby behemoth
I am the son of Sam
I will kill you all
My .44 will decline the love
I am the son of Sam
And follow his command
Oh please help me
When will it end?
He keeps me locked up
In the attic till dark
I don’t wanna kill anymore
But I must honor father Sam