Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mary, artist - Wax.
Date of issue: 15.06.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mary |
Mary and her mom, they ain’t never really had much |
Never met her dad, she was sad and such |
She got bused to school in a good neighborhood |
But the kids didn’t treat her like a good neighbor would |
Man, harassin' her for the clothes that her mom supplied |
The first couple times they did it, she cried |
After a while she’d take in stride |
Walking down hall between classes, she’d let it all slide |
Swallowing her pride to the point that it was full eaten |
After school getting bullied and beaten |
But to her mom, she made none of it known |
She figured that her mother already had enough problems of her own |
She came home one day to a new face |
A man in her living room unpacking his suit case |
Her mom said he’s going to stay with us for a while |
At the news, Mary cracked a smile |
She figured he’d be like a dad or maybe an older brother |
He can stay as long as he likes she told her mother |
And at first it was kinda nice |
Everybody got along for the most parts just a couple minor fights |
But as the months went on it got worse |
If he didn’t get his way he’d scream and curse |
Mary never knew this was how a father behaved |
It was less father and daughter and more master and slave |
All the money mom saved he would blow getting bent |
Broke open her piggy bank, stole every cent |
He would come home drunk and snort lines in the living room |
Openly some nights he lost control totally |
He’d grab her mom by the neck and ice grill her |
And tell her that if she ever left him he would kill her |
And Mary would listen all alone from her room shaking |
Too much for a little girl to take in |
But the worse of it all was yet to come |
The new habit he developed was a devilish one |
She ain’t know what he was doing but she knew it wasn’t right |
When he came into her room in the middle of the night |
Man, she started keeping something in her night stand |
Something she found in the kitchen by the frying pan |
She was in a new mental state |
Ready to release all of the anger and pent up hate |
And she swore when he came to her door |
She wouldn’t take it lying down like she had before |
She kept the knife in the drawer with the handle sticking out |
Next time he came in she chickened out |
So she decided she would hide it in a place much closer |
Somewhere she could grab it as soon as he approached her |
Put it under the pillow and she was ready |
The next time he came in she wielded it like a machete |
You could tell by the way that she swung that she had practiced |
Shadow stabbing in her mirror for the past six weeks |
Her confidence level had peaked |
The first slice to the dick then she stabbed him in the cheek |
And she didn’t stop stabbing even when he stopped screaming |
Still stabbing and sticking even when he stopped breathing |
Her mom ran in and she screamed in horror |
As she slipped and she fell on the blood-covered floor |
Screaming Mary! |
Stick em! |
Ha Ha Ha! |
Stick Em! |
Mary! |
Stick em! |
Ha Ha Ha! |
Stick Em! |
Mary! |
Stick em! |
Ha Ha Ha! |
Stick Em! |
Ma, Ma, Ma, Mom I’m done being a victim |