Quasimoto - Put a Curse on You lyrics
[Quasimoto - Put a Curse on You lyrics]
(Put a curse on you)
I do you like a witch doctor
Triple hex put on your soul
Ain't no one gonna stop the
Torture I put you through putting
Pins through your voodoo doll
Lace you with some fire
Rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl
Fuckin' with the Lost Gates
I have ya burning in some hot water
Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
Why oh why oh why, did you have to slip
Fallin' in my dungeon while I
Was trying to fly (Put a curse on you)
I make your whole life backwards
Cause I'm the illa fiend
Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
Drilling clean
All the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
(Cause all that meanness squeezed in 'em)
(Closest to heaven you go)
(Rum and coke and cocaine)
(And a jive pusher
Comes cuttin' your stuff with talcum too)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a
Day to two, three, four, all because
(Put a curse on you)
Now you can't see no beauty
In your women folk too plus you take da arm
Put them on the line too pimp get the behind
Teacher get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies too)
(Yo' mammy trick by the pound
To buy that ounce, Your young daughters
Give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
(Put a curse on you, Put a curse on you)
I do you like a witch doctor
Triple hex put on your soul
Ain't no one gonna stop the
Torture I put you through putting
Pins through your voodoo doll
Lace you with some fire
Rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl
Fuckin' with the Lost Gates
I have ya burning in some hot water
Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
Why oh why oh why, did you have to slip
Fallin' in my dungeon while I
Was trying to fly (Put a curse on you)
I make your whole life backwards
Cause I'm the illa fiend
Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
Drilling clean
All the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
(Cause all that meanness squeezed in 'em)
(Closest to heaven you go)
(Rum and coke and cocaine)
(And a jive pusher
Comes cuttin' your stuff with talcum too)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a
Day to two, three, four, all because
(Put a curse on you)
Now you can't see no beauty
In your women folk too plus you take da arm
Put them on the line too pimp get the behind
Teacher get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies too)
(Yo' mammy trick by the pound
To buy that ounce, Your young daughters
Give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
(Put a curse on you, Put a curse on you)