This is a song about "Gore bunt"

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

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

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Summer time, different shore

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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