This is a song about "Gore bunt"

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

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

Lemonhead end up dead

Ima go until my arm's sore

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Army stance, ready for war