This is a song about "Sam wilmot"

Gotta go, let her leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

They talk say cool jew na the man

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Oops, i'm so sorry

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I'm more furious then serious sam