This is a song about "Wound"

Flub it when whores wound down

Going round, dunn clown

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Worked my way up, and here i wound

They can’t even come around

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Now there's a bleeding wound

Walking on the ground

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint

Back is hurting from the open wound

No reason to be around