Horns

[Verse 1: Doc Gruesome]
Witching hour I awake and shoo the spiders from my face
Black sheep, know my family is a disgrace
I'm in the backseat with a bad bitch around my waist
But I still feel uncomfortable, no bitch can take my pistol place (Nah)
In the belly of the beast I've been praying for death
But they can tell that I'm a devil by the sulfur on my breath
I carve pentagrams into the chest of the innocents
Start the recording, proclaimed all my innocence
Bitch I'm gonna be the omen that you never seen
The sacrificial ritual, save it to make the world clean
Coming around thе corner clipped your partner with a rеd beam
AR-15 turn your face to a sistine (Uhh!)
Bitch I ain't afraid of death
Instead I welcome that shit, let's all see what comes next
Follow me into the shallow abyss
And I promise you peace, it'll find you dead quick
Never affiliate with you fake-ass bitches
Leave a cold case for anybody want to ride witcha
Hit a bullseye in the ride, goddamn ringing
Now you're bullseye, dead guy, left there to linger and rot

[Pre-Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
I have these horns that always grow inside my head
And I can't find another being that I'm seeing with a problem quite like mine

[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
Crucifix inverted on my pistols
Triple six I ride until my lid close
Mortuary, I'm living with all my kinfolk
Trapping out the back to the spirits that wanna get dope (Ugh)
Ride in a hearse with my people, I've been on the hex and done cursed a few people
I cover in gas and I burn down the steeple
I'm here to show you the true essence of evil

[Verse 2: Doc Gruesome]
I ain't ever been the motherfucker that done changed who I am for fear of being crucified (Nope)
I would rather burn alive on the stake, be aligned with the greats, I'll stab you bitches in the eyes
Serpentine, I come slithering through
Into Hell we emerge, it's the fuck you going through
If I pull from the hip, then your life it is through
And any other motherfucker that's considered your crew
I'm sick of all the lies and the bullshit you spreading
If you spend your life in fear in hopes you make it to heaven
I got a bed made for you in a bottomless pit
Religion is shit, oppression, it never quits
And how the fuck you make excuses for a sick little bitch?
This how you preach about forgiveness while he touching your kids?
I got a motherfucking slug for anybody like this
And any motherfucker lets him get away with this shit
It sickens me how you all falling for this
And you think that you saving me from the abyss?
When you constantly drunk and you beat on your kids
When you steal from the poor and you give to the rich
And there's people here dying all because of this
But if your needs are met, you ain't giving a shit
And it's sad (And it's sad!) So I bear the horns and show all of my sins

[Pre-Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
I have these horns that always grow inside my head
And I can't find another being that I'm seeing with a problem quite like mine

[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
Crucifix inverted on my pistols
Triple six I ride until my lid close
Mortuary, I'm living with all my kinfolk
Trapping out the back to the spirits that wanna get dope (Ugh)
Ride in a hearse with my people, I've been on the hex and done cursed a few people
I cover in gas and I burn down the steeple
I'm here to show you the true essence of evil