Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Horns, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Horns |
| I’m a nice guy |
| My lifes a light sky |
| So Much love I might cry |
| Not! |
| Nice Try |
| I’m an evil seed and 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, gotta lotta of the porn yall |
| Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall |
| 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 bra’s in his house |
| How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout |
| Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch |
| For now I let em suffer in the morn. |
| all then its ouch |
| I have a devils haircut in my mind |
| That’s why I be sucking blood and busting 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 |
| Can’t hide the (horns) |
| And I must hide the (horns) |
| I live with the (horns) |
| So I 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’s 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 perpetuus 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 synonyms |
| One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides |
| monogamously |
| A vigilantly that 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 for warned, 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 get Mary in the manger, |
| And molest a lamb! |
| Don’t jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands, |
| So where’s those damn disciples, |
| He’d like to have some sex again! |
| I guess Young Peter’s receiving, |
| Cuz 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 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 (no you) |
| Before and AFTER Christ, I’m called a Sinner, |
| Muthafucker! |