| I'm a nice guy | |
| My lifes a light sky | |
| So Much love | |
| I might cry | |
| Not! Nice | |
| TryI'm an evil seed and the day | |
| I sleep and the night fly | |
| G.A.Z.E. in my | |
| E.Y.E'Z and you might die | |
| I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall | |
| Warned yall, | |
| I was straight born raw like | |
| OrnthallBut | |
| I'm way worse because he was cornball | |
| I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit | |
| And a orange ball in his mouth | |
| I had some foreign bra's in his house | |
| How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout | |
| Nine inches then | |
| I stuffed dorn draws in his couch | |
| For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch | |
| I have a devils haircut in my mind | |
| That's why | |
| I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes, | |
| I'm horny so don't ignore me if your semi-fine | |
| Me and Gordy, | |
| Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we[Chorus:] | |
| Can't hide the (horns) | |
| And I must hide the (horns) | |
| I live with the (horns) | |
| So I die with the (horns) | |
| If you **** with the (horns) | |
| Then you get the (horns) | |
| So if you want the (horns) | |
| Then I'll give you the (horns)(Repeat)[Verse 2: ~Prozak~] | |
| Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie | |
| Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me | |
| Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries | |
| And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries | |
| This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless | |
| Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this | |
| And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms | |
| One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously | |
| A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the mail | |
| Confusing law enforcement agencies cause | |
| I write death threats in brail | |
| With somewhat of a | |
| God complex sending the | |
| Arabs to the depths of hell | |
| I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled | |
| I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em | |
| Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling | |
| Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening | |
| This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum[Repeat Chorus:][Verse 3: ~King Gordy~] | |
| I'm in the | |
| Desert sands of | |
| BethlehemTrying to get | |
| Jesus to get | |
| Mary in the manger, | |
| And molest a lamb! | |
| Don't jerk yourself off | |
| Jesus, use someone elses hands, | |
| So where's those damn disciples, | |
| He'd like to have some sex again! | |
| I guess Young | |
| Peter's receiving, | |
| Cuz Jesus ****ed 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 ****in' 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 hethens into scaredy cats. | |
| King Gordy, the | |
| ANTI-Christ, | |
| God Killer (no you) | |
| Before and | |
| AFTER Christ, | |
| I'm called a | |
| Sinner,Mutha****er! |
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