This is a song about "In the horns of dialema"

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

In the prime of my life

This is how she want to live

In the face of the outside.

Babyits whatever you like

In front of the pastor

Then the stars don't even matter

In the devoid of life

Take her back to where i live

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron