One day I get back home, I found the door was open left alone
I was not grown to think on my own, my thoughts were shatter on floor
I opened a door I found a whore laying on the floor, like death solders on cold war
I can’t handle it anymore, seeing all these like a serial killer own décor
I was like ohhhh no, this shit is affecting me more I had to snore calling Lenore
I explored the ground floor once more, I found pour blood on some gore
I knew there was a murder going on, I was looking for rapport that’s all
I ignore the fact that I was on sore, I just wanna step on the fore
I called da police to come nd hold on da peace ,nd cease my fear so I can stand on me feet
And release all of these crime scenes, that are over seas on my head causing me ill disease