This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

But i dont never play

You know he flea by sunday

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Keep my back right side stay bloody flagged up, to geeked up,

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

I'll have your ass by sunday,

Oh i gotta face the day

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,