This is a song about "Gore bunt"

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

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

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Probably die getting some head

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for