The Horns

[Verse 1: Lee Carver]
I got these horns protruding from my forehead
Another inch grown, that's a couple "Hmm? Maybe more dead"
The gore spreads even though I hate to admit it
That every stab my skin splits and it fuckin' hurts like shit
Let me get an Ibuprofen, I've been smokin' hellfire and brimstone
Keep it hot like a stovetop or the throne that Satan sits on
I been on that Devil shit, murderin', I fucking love it
Mama said they'd try to kill me if I ventured out in public, fuck it
My victims, they try and trip 'em, a demon will not will it
I'm Tim Curry in Legend, a Black Phillip
Impalе with the spike tonight, I'll make your bitch polishin'
I brokе her ass-cheeks flat, sip out the collagen

[Verse 2: Joe Black]
Ana bekoach netzach Dark Kabbalah (Say what?)
No use in praying, so don't bother, wrong Allah (Pussies)
Ritual of Six, blood drips from my sickle tip
No guns equipped, fuck a pistol, you'll get sigil-whipped
A thousand ghosts all alive in my soul
No flesh on my bones and my heart is a crow (Caw)
False body, eyeballs attached to glasses
I can take 'em off, reveal two sockets full of maggots (Gross)
And if you come to my door on some religious shit (Don't do it)
I'll kill you on the porch and hope Jehovah witness it (Hahahaha)
Cut off the top of your skull, expose your brain
Leave you crucified outside and pray that it rains (Please, God, please)

[Pre-Chorus: Bukshot]
I come with a message
From the opps that will leave you in messes
'Til some of these bitches confesses
You get the horns, now watch as I address this

[Chorus: Bukshot & Lee Carver]
Creatures swarm, evil starts to form
Family members mourn 'cause someone got the horns
Mask being worn, you'll wish you wasn't born
From murder to porn, you're 'bout to get the horns

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Like the son, I'm prodigal, my ways, methodical
Mob is the way, let us praise Alla Xul
On a throne made of bones with the mob I rule
Black & Decker must be the way I rock my tool
Helter Skelter, cannons gonna melt ya
Enter Freddy Krueger, torture rack Luger
Not planning on your future, grin before I shoot ya
A witness means nothing with a mask like a Lucha
Long Live Evil looking through the peephole
Knockin' on your door, 'bout to execute these people
Obey, like Bill, like Joe, I'm ill
I carve like Lee with blades of steel
Put you in my basement, opposite of born
Glad you got the message, 'cause now you get the horns

[Verse 4: Billy Obey]
Hey, Uncle Buk! (Yeah) You didn't pay for this verse (Huh?)
But I guess we traded so it works (What the fuck?)
Just know that when it's played in reverse
Xuligans appear and any competition getting placed in a hearse
Freddy Krueger dream house made by Kenner (I play with dolls!)
Don't you tucking assume my gender!
My favorite X-Man is Caitlyn Jenner
Right in the future, I'ma go on a bender
But wait I'm off topic, I'm on one
I cut you from your pussy to your throat and then called SCUM
Bragged about it, I'm a life ender, shout out to the Menace
Take pictures of my puke and then I post 'em to Pinterest (Ew)

[Pre-Chorus: Bukshot]
I come with a message (Fucking gross)
From the opps that will leave you in messes
'Til some of these bitches confesses
You get the horns, now watch as I address this

[Chorus: Bukshot & Lee Carver]
Creatures swarm, evil starts to form
Family members mourn 'cause someone got the horns
Mask being worn, you'll wish you wasn't born
From murder to porn, you're 'bout to get the horns