Bucket O Blood

I'm gonna line ya, name is Mudd. Fucking a blood, fucking a blood, fucking a blood Cooking is done by big mama's niece. Catfish and chicken fry at the same price. If you wanna get served just sit down and wait.

If you look down the bell of a 38. Fucking a blood, fucking a blood, fucking a blood You can hear the jukebox blasting, blowing blocks around. But nobody there's children to turn it down The cats hang around a silver-foot tall They'll knock you down in a day to fall Bucket of blood, bucket of blood

Midnight! So what? So if you don't get back to your bodies by this jug of midnight, you'll make a...