This is a song about "Gore"

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Im trying to see her in bed

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

From an innocent little child, i grew up to love gore

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

I'm understanding that bull like a matador