Слова:
The Living End Bloody Mary

let me live out in peace Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatte The end of the world, mother

[BLOODY MARY] Yo, there was this Crip, Crip, Crip ended up more cripple than handy man Went hoo-ridin' and know who's hidin' in a minivan Surrounded

't pause I leave niggas wit they balls shot off and bloody draws Playin' in the ally screamin' murder fuckin with mine Somebody please call 911 like Wyclef Jon Uzi's too like Mary

let me live out in peace Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatte The end of the world, mother

'ma get 'em so just pray I come home and when we hang up, get rid of your phone" Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother It's like five Bloody Mary's,

I feel some thing come over me I don't know what it is with a devilish grin Foes and friend and bloody sin Don't know when it's gonna end Just like a

ma get 'em so just pray I come home and when we hang up, get rid of your phone" Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother It's like five Bloody Mary's, one