This is a song about "Murder blood gore"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

I can't ant get away with murder

Just to let you know, you are

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

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

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

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

...not wanted 4 murder...

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her