This is a song about "Horns"

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

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

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

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

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint