The horns are pink, I'm the libra devil
Put some good clothes on, you look dishevelled
I thought I was being lied too
But I was just lying to you
On the phone, patched into hell
On the throne, demons to hail, yeah
Battling angels with their Cupid wings
They vicious in the boxing ring
Speaking with God on the tele
It always ends with yelling
Disagreements are petty
But his arguments are shitty
He gets more customers in heaven
Just cause more people believe in him, even after 9/11
Osiris rows those bodies to me
They pray for forgiveness, I set them free
Into the underworld and hellfire cages
I'm Hades, Lucifer, Satan rolled into one
Pink is the colour of sin, smear it on my thumb
Like water in a stream, screams with a gun
Ain't this shit fun?
Only Persephone left me right from the jump
Run
The horns are pink, I'm the libra devil
Put some good clothes on, you look dishevelled
I thought I was being lied too
But I was just lying to you
On the phone, patched into hell
On the throne, demons to hail, yeah
F*ck your fam, I'm the world killer
Sinner alike with the gold teeth griller
Pensive I am, with the heads on my fingertips
Roll them around, roll them up, smoke them till my banger tips
Yeah, yeah
You don't know how much I hated you until you left me alone
In the middle of nowhere with that motel and the broad chick
Took my money and bought a cone, had a swim over there
Now I can't get you out of my head, out of my head
The horns are pink, I'm the libra devil
Put some good clothes on, you look dishevelled
I thought I was being lied too
But I was just lying to you
On the phone, patched into hell
On the throne, demons to hail, yeah
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