Horns

[Intro: Tech N9ne] "They say the lust is of the devil And around the night time i get very horny Thats why they call it horny, cuz the devil's 'supposedly' supposed to have horns But, who knows if any of that bullshit exists." [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I'm a nice guy.. My life's a light sky.. So much love I might cry.. Daah! 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.Z. and you might die I'm a horn dog, got a lot of that porn y'all Warned y'all, I was straight born raw like Orenthal But I'm way worse because he was cornball I remember keeping 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 when in 'bout? Nine inches then I stuffed they dorn draws in his couch For now I let 'em suffer, in the morn all then it's ouch I have a devil's haircut in my mind That's why I be sucking blood and bustin' nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny So don't ignore me if you're semi-fine Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we [Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2) 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!) [Verse 2: Prozak] Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin' this wicked ministry to the beat of this Rebeck symphony With a sin for me, separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries This perpetual cycle of depression intention remains bottomless Even 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 monogamously 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 the Arabs to the depths of hell I warned you you, were forewarned, now witness like horns unveiled I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening? This madness will continue until all of Strange' goes platinum [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: King Gordy] I'm in the desert sands of Bethlehem Trying to get Jesus to mate 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 felt his ass Christ is an effin' fag, he likes to dress in drag But hey, I guess his dad is just as mad God woulda never had a sissy for a son bet he's regrettin' that! But yet we still ain't accept the fact That he's fuckin' his mother and at the Last Supper he confesses that He's an undercover male-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 hethens into scaredy cats King Gordy, the Anti-Christ, God Killer I am before and after Christ, I'm called a sinner Motherfucker! [Hook] (x2)