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 sleep and the fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you die
I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn
Warned yall, I was born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my with a leather suit
And a orange in his mouth
I had some bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a devils in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must the (horns)
I with 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 of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain
One half of me to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death 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 ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna this all from happening
This madness continue until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
Trying to get to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's damn disciples,
like to have some sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God never had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't the fact,
That fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He want 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 scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!