Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My lifes a sky
So Much I might cry
Not! Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you die
I'm a horn dog, 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 with a leather
And a orange in his mouth
I had some bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em in the morn. all then its ouch
I a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I hide the (horns)
I live the (horns)
So I die the (horns)
If you with the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
I'll give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of for centuries
And engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the option out of this
And while the prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I you, you were 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 what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness continue until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert sands of
Trying to get to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use elses hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd like to some sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is as mad,
God never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we still accept the fact,
he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he 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 all you hethens into scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!