the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one In my dream the pipes were playing In my dream I lost a friend Come down Gabriel and blow your horn
me 'cause my syrup is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn
up So I give they ass a big blast, instead of turnin' The other cheek, I get dead up in this bitch ass 'Cause yo, this shit is real life I'd rather be piped
out Department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin' me and my bitch? You dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin' a air horn You
Don't talk of impulse or the lonely road Those demons I just don't see them Are there any here tonight? Do they wear horns or burn bright To reach me
till my tape started draggin' It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
be ignorant Or just stupid, or cold dumb I play lead vocals, pooh plays drums Keith does cuts, suckers get torn but I gotta break, here comes the horns
of them tabs of that shit you on But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge
them tabs of that shit you on But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge
us up that was the day when the heavens crashed we fell on our knees, skies fell on our heads gods have appeared in flesh invisible drums and pipes
hardwood floor Breakin' eggs Satan's choir Satan's choir Livin' in my basement room Satan's choir Satan's choir Why are you in my basement room? You got horns
the life of rally I done did knives in alleys pipes in rallys What you do now? Now I catch flights to Cali Looking for a wife to spouse I pipe her proudley
Back in the muther fuckin saddle My six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle Out on the plains I'm just a loner My saddle horn rubs right and
for his bone you take a piece of my pie Well then it's on y va star cabrone Cause when you're fuckingg with the bull it's the horns you get I gotta
Come gather around me friends I'll tell you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats Painting pictures with pipes of pan A young boy and
Goat horned god Wandering free in the woodlands and mystical forests To thee I owe my manhood For thine sexuality is untamed ans pure Satyr-king for centuries