This is a song about "Horns"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns