Artist: Tech N9ne f/ King Gordy, Prozak
Album:  K.O.D
Song:   Horns
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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 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 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

[Chorus]
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)
[Repeat]

[Verse 2: Prozak]
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

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3: King Gordy]
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!