Mrs. Heathcliff

Oh! Mrs Heathcliff
There's something to fear about her
The will put a hawk-eye
(To) Whoever that makes a mistake
She will take you down
You stand no chance
She's bitter as gall

Oh! Mrs Heathcliff
An arsenal held in the hut
(She's) in the porch and cleaning
(The) Smokin' barrels of shotgun and puff
She hits anyone
Don't try to play
She won't let it go

She kicks down the door, and fires at will
She will hit you right
Then goes humming around
Oh lah!

Well, Mrs Heathcliff
No one dares to live close to her
No one will get closer
No devil, no demon, no ghost (boo)
(But) one stranger showed up
He spat her ground
The challenge is now!

She kicks down the door, and fires at will
She will hit you right
Then goes humming around
Oh lah!
Oh lah!
Oh lah!
Oh lah!

(But) He didn't die, (he) ended up hitting up her heart