This is a song about "Horns"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,

Spitting raw fire, more higher, than a dragons roar. i aint man made, mad horns like a dragon born

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

It's automatic i win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns