Friday

Big Art

 

Watch yourself with Bigelow Arthur
He’ll fight your sons and date your daughters
He’ll come for blood and come for torture
And drown your mom in freezing water

When Bigelow Arthur rides to town
Shutter your home and lock it down
Hide in shadows don’t make a sound
Hope to not engage this round

Bigelow Arthur that son of a bitch
Will leave your brother in ditch
He’s not a rat he’s not a snitch
He’ll steal you soul to him rich