Whore or Core

You think that's horrorcore? You think that corpse is sore?

Swore my sword made more holes in whores, adored

By the chords I floored my Ford into your door just to pour

your gore in pork, Sell that shit offshore, blood money

Til I'm hitting Forbes. Til I'm hitting short.

Til i'm Spilling torched coals on your soul,

Fuck Exorcism, I'll take the wholey course

What Exercising? Just because I like to wear your skin

When I jog, you thinking i'm expediting you next in line

to rekt and sign your wretched lines with a rusty knife?

Nah, I'm playing House bitch, And I get Aroused when

You're doused with a round of fluid, lucid by a loud whiff

#Care to see yourself burn to death while I masterbate

To the earnest mess of hearse and stress your girl addressed

At your funeral? Beautiful to see my world twirl her womb and stool

You think you're crazy with a couple references?

You think you're killer with a couple deaths and shit?

You think I want find you, ready with a lesson, flip

Your whole "Four D's" into progression, dick

digging deep dealing out aggression, Smith