This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

With a bloody frown, yeah bitch i wear the crown

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Be as your way

Oh lord like it's sunday

2am on a sunday night

Were running wild tonight

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I get dressed in my sunday best

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,