This is a song about "Shotty horror"

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Makes it seem like a horror scene

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

This is the horror#skope, see i live on a #boat

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Don't need no adorer, i'm like a horror

Its always full of horror

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

With banal homages my hate fueled horror sentiment of resentment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump