This is a song about "Gore bunt"

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

Lemonhead end up dead

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

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

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And you ain't gotta go to war

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Need i say more out in singapore