This is a song about "Murder blood gore"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Murder everybody thats my asset,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Murder his family

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

We thinkin you got em and going murder

They say your name for attention

And murder leaves no retribution

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

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

It would murder the electronics