[Verse 1: N9ne~] I'm a guy My a light sky So Much 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, lotta 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 suit And a orange in his mouth I had foreign bra's in his house How did get twisted and torn claws when in bout Nine inches I stuffed dorn draws in his couch For now I let em suffer in the morn. all 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 ignore 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 fuck the (horns) you get the (horns) So if you the (horns) I'll give you the (horns) (Repeat)
[Verse 2: Schizophrenic 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 only option out of And while the name prozak and insane seem to synonyms One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides A vigilantly that sends packages through the mail Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in With of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell I warned you, you for warned, now witness like horns unveiled I'm taking you on a hell ride so those safety belts 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 will continue until all of strange' platinum
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[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, He'd to have some sex again! I guess Young receiving, Cuz Jesus his ass. Christ is an 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 still ain't the fact, That he's his mother, And at the Supper, he confesses 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, I'm that scary fat demon, That'll all you hethens into scaredy cats. Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you) Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner, Muthafucker!