[Verse 1: N9ne~] I'm a guy My a light sky So Much I might cry Not! Try I'm an seed 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 because he was I keeping him in my dungeon 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 claws when in Nine inches then I stuffed dorn in his couch For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch I have a devils in my mind why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny so don't ignore me if semi-fine Me and Gordy, love orgies and we in our prime and we
Can't the (horns) And I hide the (horns) I with the (horns) So I die the (horns) If you fuck the (horns) you get the (horns) So if you the (horns) I'll give you the (horns) (Repeat)
[Verse 2: Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like Spittin this wicked to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 of greed for centuries And engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless Even my psychologist said may be the only option out of this And while the name prozak and insane to sustain synonyms One half of me wants to engage in the while the other half subsides monogamously A vigilantly that sends deadly through the mail Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I death threats in brail somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like unveiled I'm you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em Through the of tortured 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
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[Verse 3: ~King I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger, And a lamb! Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands, So where's those disciples, He'd like to have sex again! I guess Peter's receiving, Cuz Jesus his ass. Christ is an fag, He likes to in drag. But hey I guess his Dad is as mad, God woulda had a sissy for a son, Bet regrettin' that! But yet we still ain't 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, I'm that scary fat demon, That'll turn all you into scaredy cats. King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you) Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner, Muthafucker!