Lyrics:
Horn Book 1

hands with your father while I'm fuckin' yo momma Drama But I'ma say I'm in a league of my own Blowin' my own horn Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas

you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan

When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn

, I'm your king, I'm a Saint This love your enemies thing's down the drain Tell me, do you know my name? Look I got two big horns like a lamb Even though

good look But, if you wearing cubic zirconia and then you put Fake minks on ya back that's not a good look [Verse 1] This is two thousand and five music

groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he

scalpals Eagles that slide your name inside the funeral chapels [Outro: Canibus and Killah Priest] 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, check it 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,

good look But, if you wearing cubic zirconia and then you put Fake minks on ya back that's not a good look [Verse 1] This is two thousand and five music