This is a song about "Horns"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

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

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

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

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for