Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much love I cry
Not! Try
I'm an evil and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you die
I'm a dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon a leather suit
And a orange ball in his
I had foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in
Nine inches I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a devils haircut in my
That's why I be sucking and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must the (horns)
I live the (horns)
So I die the (horns)
If you fuck the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta rotisserie
this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression remains bottomless
Even my said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides
A vigilantly that deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write threats in brail
With of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all happening
This will continue until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert sands of
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd like to have sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we still accept the fact,
That fuckin' his mother,
And at the Supper, he confesses that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He don't the Light,
Now I got Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!