Horns

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

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 get the (Horns!)

So if you want the (Horns!) Then I'll give you the (Horns!)

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 perpetus 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

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

Before and after Christ, I'm called a sinner

Motherfucker!