This is a song about "Stab you in the gut"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Not relying on the light no more

Then i gut em to the core

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

Truth's in the gut, we get looks of disgust cause we're stuck in the snow

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Stab you faster than you can say sid vicious,

See no matter how badly he got kicked in the gut

Had to d up like all in a titty cup