This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Not likely like stay long please

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

And then rainbow on sunday

It has been this way

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,