This is a song about "I hate blood"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Blood guts is what i see

Never will i surrender

And i hate the chilly weather

I hate your fucking guts.

As she goes through the levels

Its the things that i hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

How can i really hate her?

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

Shit, there ain't no telling

I hate the condescending