This is a song about "Blood for oil"

She drowned, so i fucked her and used her blood for bath water/

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

So pass the baby oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

So if you want a blood-bath i'm cocked, loaded, for a immersed expand/