Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much I might 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 horn dog, gotta lotta of the yall
Warned yall, I was straight raw like Ornthall
But I'm way because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my with a leather suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had some 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 in the morn. all then its ouch
I a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
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 give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred engulfs my sensories hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said may be the only option out of this
And the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends packages through the mail
law enforcement agencies cause 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 horns
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
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 elses hands,
So those damn disciples,
He'd like to have sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we ain't accept the fact,
That he's 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 wearin' 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!