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

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

My mind is void of sense but yet i'm still sharp as horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

That's the warning you missed, fool-- the horns that he spit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit