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letra de the horns - bukshot

[verse 1: lee carver]
i got these h-rns protruding from my forehead
another inch grown, that’s a couple “hmm? maybe more dead”
the gore spreads even though i hate to admit it
that every stab my skin splits and it f-ckin’ hurts like sh-t
let me get an ibuprofen, i’ve been smoking h-llfire and brimstone
keep it hot like a stovetop or the throne that satan sits on
i’ve been on that devil sh-t, murdering, i f-cking love it
mama said they try’d to k!ll me if i ventured out in public
f-ck it, my victims, they try and trip ’em, a demon will not will it
i’m tim curry in legеnd, a black villain
gon’ deal with the spite tonight, i’ll makе your b-tch polish ’em
i broke a rat’s cheeks, flask sip out the collagen
[verse 2: joe black]
[?] dark kabbalah (say what?)
no use in praying, so don’t bother, wrong alla (p-ssies)
ritual of six, blood drips from my sickle tip
no guns equipped, f-ck a pistol, you’ll get sigil whipped
a thousand ghosts all alive in my soul
no flesh on my bones and my heart is a crow
false body, eyeb-lls attached to glasses
i can take ’em off, reveal two sockets full of maggots (gross)
and if you come to my door on some religious sh-t (don’t do it)
i k!ll you on the porch and hope jehovah witness it
cut off the top of your skull, expose your brain
leave you crucified outside and pray that it rains (please, god)

[pre-chorus: bukshot]
i come with a message
from the opps that will leave you in messes
’til some of these b-tches confesses
you get the h-rns, now watch as i address this

[chorus: bukshot & lee carver]
creatures swarm, evil starts to form
family members mourn ’cause someone got the h-rns
mask been torn, you’ll wish you wasn’t born
from murder to p-rn, you ’bout to get the h-rns
[verse 3: bukshot]
like the son, i’m prodigal, my ways, methodical
mob is the way, let us praise alla xul
on a throne made of bones with the mob i rule
black & decker must be the way i rock my tool
helter skelter, cannons gonna melt ya
enter freddy krueger, torture rack luger
not planning on your future, grin before i shoot ya
a witness means nothing with a mask like a lucha
long live evil looking through the peephole
knockin’ on your door, ’bout to execute these people
obey, like bill, like joe, i’m ill
i carve like lee with blades of steel
put you in my bas-m-nt, opposite of born
glad you got the message, ’cause now you get the h-rns

[verse 4: billy obey]
hey, uncle buk! you didn’t pay for this verse (huh?)
but i guess we traded so it works (what the f-ck)
just know that when it’s played in reverse
xuligans appear, and any competition getting placed in a he-rs-
freddy krueger dream house made by kenner (i play with dolls!)
don’t you tucking assume my gender!
my favorite x-man is caitlyn jenner
right in her future, i’ma go on a bender
but wait i’m off topic, i’m on one
i cut you from your p-ssy to your throat
and then called scum, bragged about it
i’m a life ender, shout out to the menace
take pictures of my puke and then i post them to pinterest
[pre-chorus: bukshot]
i come with a message (f-cking gross)
from the opps that will leave you in messes
’til some of these b-tches confesses
you get the h-rns, now watch as i address this

- bukshot

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