This is a song about "Slaughter"

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

They hope i don't slaughter, or give them a granddaughter

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I can slaughter my competition

You just working with the scraps you was given

Fight longer, until everybody who put you down has met the slaughter/

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Slaughter the incessant,

Im happier when high and drunk

I never use a fork i always spoon her

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

Because i'll be barking orders like i'm sergeant slaughter,

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior