Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So love 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, gotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way worse because he was
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather
And a orange in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his
How did they get twisted and torn claws in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I have a haircut in my mind
why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, love 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 with the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then I'll you the (horns)
(Repeat)

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

Chorus:]

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