Lyrics:

[Tech N9ne]
I'm a nice guy, My life's a light sky
So Much love I might cry, Daaa! Nice Try
I'm an evil seed, In the day I sleep and the night fly
G-A-Z-E in my E-Y-E's and you might die
I'm a horn dog, Got a lot of that porn, y'all
Warned y'all, I went straight borin raw like Orenthal
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keepin him in my dungeon
With a leather suit and a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign broads in his house
How did they get twisted and torn?
Claws went in 'bout nine inches
Then I stuff they darn draws in his couch
For now I let 'em suffer in the mournall then it's out
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be suckin blood and bustin nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny
So don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we...

[Hook][2X]
Can't hide the (Horns)
And I won't hide the (Horns)
I live with the (Horns)
So I'll die with the (Horns)
If you fuck with the (Horns)
Then you'll get the (Horns)
So if you want the (Horns)
Then I'll give you the (Horns)

[Prozak]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind, Sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this Rebeck symphony
What a sin for me, Suffered about 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries

This perpetual cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
And my psychologist said, 'Suicide may be the only option out of this'
And while the name Prozak and insane seem to sustain synonymous
One half of me wants to engage in the fame
While the other half subsides anonymously

A vigilante who sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending any reps to the depths of hell
I warned you, You were forewarned, Now witness thy horns unveil
I'm takin you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames cracklin
Refusin to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin?
This madness will continue until all of Strangé goes platinum

[Hook][2X]
Can't hide the (Horns)
And I won't hide the (Horns)
I live with the (Horns)
So I'll die with the (Horns)
If you fuck with the (Horns)
Then you'll get the (Horns)
So if you want the (Horns)
Then I'll give you the (Horns)

[King Gordy]
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Tryin to get Jesus to rape Mary in the manger and molest a lamb
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, Use someone else's hands
So where's those damn disciples?
He'd like to have some sex again
I guess Young Peter's receiving cause Jesus fucked his ass
Christ is an effin fag, He likes to dress in drag
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad
God would've never had a sissy for a son
Bet he's regrettin that
But yet we still aint accept the fact
That he's fuckin his mother
And at the Last Supper
He confesses that he's an undercover man lover
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack
He don't want the Light
Now I got Christ wearin black
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon
That'll turn all you heathens into scaredy cats
King Gordy, the Anti-Christ, God Killer
I am before and After Christ
I'm called a Sinner, Muthafucker!

[Hook][2X]
Can't hide the (Horns)
And I won't hide the (Horns)
I live with the (Horns)
So I'll die with the (Horns)
If you fuck the (Horns)
Then you'll get the (Horns)
So if you want the (Horns)
Then I'll give you the (Horns)