That is, until they find out
That he's the Killer Man's son...
And the pressure on your temple
Signals immediate distress
Your point of view is no longer clear
Now that you're under duress
Staring down the barrel
As the questions begin to narrow
Life flashes before your eyes
As you answer at your own peril
Your money or your life;
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Because he's taking aim at everything
Try to run, you'll die tired
Man down, shots fired
Death from above --
Murder for higher
Holiest of Holy
Public Enemy No. 1
A trigger finger that never retires
So get down and lay low
Or get lit up like it's HALO
Stand up and say goodnight
And let the redeemed of the LORD say so:
"I ain't the Killer Man
I'm the Killer Man's son
But I'll do the killin'
'Til the Killer Man comes..."
(cf. Psalm 107:2; Jeremiah 23:24; Amos 9:2; Matthew 10:28; Romans 8:13-14; Galatians 5:24; Colossians 3:5; 1 Peter 1:14-16; 2 Peter 3:10)
Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon
