This is a song about "Gore bunt"

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Or something that you paid for

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Some old bitch that we did before

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess