Testo Horns - Tech N9ne
Testo della canzone Horns (Tech N9ne), tratta dall'album K.O.D.
They say "The lust is of the devil"
And around the nighttime I get very horny
That's why they call it horny
'Cause the devil's 'supposedly' supposed to have horns
But, who knows if any of that bullshit exists
I'm a nice guy, my life's a light sky
So much love I might cry
Daah, nice try!
I'm an evil seed, in the day I sleep and the night fly
G-A-Z-E in my E-Y-E's and you might die
I'm a horn dog, got a lot of that porn y'all
Warned y'all, I was straight born raw like Orenthal
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keepin' him in my dungeon
With a leather suit and a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign broads in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in 'bout?
Nine inches, then I stuffed they dorn draws in his couch
For now, I let 'em suffer in the morn' all then it's ouch
I have a devil's haircut in my mind
That's why I be suckin' blood and bustin' nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny
So don't ignore me if you're semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we
Can't hide the (horns) and I won't hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns), so I'll die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns) then you'll get the (horns)
So, if you want the (horns) then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns) and I won't hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns), so I'll die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns) then you'll get the (horns)
So, if you want the (horns) then I'll give you the (horns)
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin' this wicked ministry to the beat of this Rebeck symphony
With a sin for me, separated by six degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories
Like hallow screams from penitentiaries (ah!)
This perpetual cycle of depression retention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name Prozac and insane seem to sustain synonymous
One half of me wants to engage in the fame
While the other half subsides anonymously
A vigilante who sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusin' law enforcement agencies
'Cause I write death threats in Braille (oh, what?)
With somewhat of a God complex, sendin' the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were forewarned, now witness thy horns unveiled
I'm takin' you on a hell ride, so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames cracklin'
Refusin' to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin'?
This madness will continue until all of Stran-ge goes platinum
Can't hide the (horns) and I won't hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns), so I'll die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns) then you'll get the (horns)
So, if you want the (horns) then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns) and I won't hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns), so I'll die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns) then you'll get the (horns)
So, if you want the (horns) then I'll give you the (horns)
I'm in the desert sands of Bethlehem
Tryin' to get Jesus to mate Mary in the manger and molest a lamb
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone else's hands
So, where's those damn disciples he'd like to have some sex again
I guess Young Peter's receivin' 'cause Jesus felt his ass
Christ is an effin' fag, he likes to dress in drag
But hey, I guess his dad is just as mad
God woulda never had a sissy for a son, bet he's regrettin' that
But yet we still ain't accept the fact
That he's fuckin' his mother, and at the Last Supper he confesses that
He's an undercover male-lover and, oh yeah, Heaven's wack
He don't want the Light, now I got Christ wearin' black
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder, yeah, I'm that scary fat
Demon that'll turn all you heathens into scaredy-cats
King Gordy, the Anti-Christ, God Killer
I am before and after Christ, I'm called a sinner, motherfucker
Can't hide the (horns) and I won't hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns), so I'll die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns) then you'll get the (horns)
So, if you want the (horns) then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns) and I won't hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns), so I'll die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns) then you'll get the (horns)
So, if you want the (horns) then I'll give you the (horns)
Credits
Writer(s): Tech N9ne, Waverly Alford, Robert Rebeck, Steven T Shippy
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