Horns

[Tech N9ne]

I'm a nice guy, My life's a light sky

So Much love I might cry, Daaa! Nice Try

I'm an evil seed, In the day I sleep and the night fly

G-A-Z-E in my E-Y-E's and you might die

I'm a horn dog, Got a lot of that porn, y'all

Warned y'all, I went straight borin raw like Orenthal

But I'm way worse because he was cornball

I remember keepin him in my dungeon

With a leather suit and a orange ball in his mouth

I had some foreign broads in his house

How did they get twisted and torn?

Claws went in 'bout nine inches

Then I stuff they darn draws in his couch

For now I let 'em suffer in the mournall then it's out

I have a devils haircut in my mind

That's why I be suckin blood and bustin nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny

So don't ignore me if your semi-fine

Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we...

[Hook][2X]

Can't hide the (Horns)

And I won't hide the (Horns)

I live with the (Horns)

So I'll die with the (Horns)

If you fuck with the (Horns)

Then you'll get the (Horns)

So if you want the (Horns)

Then I'll give you the (Horns)

[Prozak]

Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind, Sorta like rotisserie

Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this Rebeck symphony

What a sin for me, Suffered about 6 degrees of greed for centuries

And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries

This perpetual cycle of depression intention remains bottomless

And my psychologist said, "Suicide may be the only option out of this"

And while the name Prozak and insane seem to sustain synonymous

One half of me wants to engage in the fame

While the other half subsides anonymously

A vigilante who sends deadly packages through the mail

Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail

With somewhat of a God complex sending any reps to the depths of hell

I warned you, You were forewarned, Now witness thy horns unveil

I'm takin you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em

Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames cracklin

Refusin to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin?

This madness will continue until all of StrangÐ¹ goes platinum

[Hook][2X]

Can't hide the (Horns)

And I won't hide the (Horns)

I live with the (Horns)

So I'll die with the (Horns)

If you fuck with the (Horns)

Then you'll get the (Horns)

So if you want the (Horns)

Then I'll give you the (Horns)

[King Gordy]

I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem

Tryin to get Jesus to rape Mary in the manger and molest a lamb

Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, Use someone else's hands

So where's those damn disciples?

He'd like to have some sex again

I guess Young Peter's receiving cause Jesus fucked his ass

Christ is an effin fag, He likes to dress in drag

But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad

God would've never had a sissy for a son

Bet he's regrettin that

But yet we still aint accept the fact

That he's fuckin his mother

And at the Last Supper

He confesses that he's an undercover man lover

And oh yeah, Heaven's wack

He don't want the Light

Now I got Christ wearin black

See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder

Yeah I'm that scary fat demon

That'll turn all you heathens into scaredy cats

King Gordy, the Anti-Christ, God Killer

I am before and After Christ

I'm called a Sinner, Muthafucker!

[Hook][2X]

Can't hide the (Horns)

And I won't hide the (Horns)

I live with the (Horns)

So I'll die with the (Horns)

If you fuck the (Horns)

Then you'll get the (Horns)

So if you want the (Horns)

Then I'll give you the (Horns)