This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

And i know - there'll never be peace

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

I bloody the seas like i bloody the streets

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I get dressed in my sunday best

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

With a bloody frown, yeah bitch i wear the crown

I'll have your ass by sunday,

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

2am on a sunday night

These shows be packing tight

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?