This is a song about "Andy gore"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Watch the gore spread more and more, till the blood runs red down ya left leg

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

Lower than my credit score

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

I come outta battles un-damaged with more wholes in wars than andy got,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop