Twisted Insane - VoicesVoodoo lyrics
[Twisted Insane - VoicesVoodoo lyrics]
Don't be playin' around with it
Messin' with the evil forces
You'll be out like Cedric Diggory
Who?
Harry Potter
Died in the Tri-wizard tournament
Look, I don't know i just
Think it's interesting i mean
Who knows what kind of forces are out
There operatin' in the universe? Maybe it
Ain't such a bad idea to try
And get 'em on your side
Pull up and bend ’em, I get ’em with venom
I hit ’em with heat, click
Kill ’em and fill ’em with
Peppers and put ’em in deep dish
Never knew it could be all a weird delusion
You could be skeptical
I could bring you to your death
With a blade in your neck, nigga
Peep this: Black magic with a rat pack
And a silverback gorilla
Run up on a motherfucker ready
Like a nigga was Godzilla!
You would never see the demon come into your
Room when you was in a dream
I could have Jason and the homie Freddy
Lookin' like bitch niggas fo’ realla
I be hella wicked like a wicked witch and
Make you get up on my team
Someone say the wrong thing
I’mma hit his brain all up with the beam
Feelin' like I was Sauron with
A hard-on for the ring
Never know when I’mma stop with
The millimeter and go "ping-ping-ping-ping"
Warlock, my mind in the night
Time on sick shit
Raisin' up out my tomb, bring
You in the room, get addicted
Toe tag these niggas
Put 'em in a bodybag then zip shit
One less for the good guys
And it's one more for the wicked
I be on voodoo
Voodoo, black magic, dolls and Shaka Zulu
Killin' motherfuckas way before MySpace
Put a halt in your day like it
Was a stop sign on the highway
Push up on you when you only
Feelin' like it's a regular Friday
No, it's get up out the bed
Brush a nigga teeth to go out and die day
Night time, freakazoid with ya vampires
And the werewolves look a nigga in the eye
Right before they die, realize they're shook
Bloodstains when the semi-automatic
Slugs came
And I think about 'em and your blood's came
Catchin' niggas with bear traps
And hair hooks black magic
I'm back at it like a
Crack addict on a jackrabbit
Call my homie like you really gonna run
Up on a nigga with the heat
They don't wanna get they body bent
Like a klepto in a Craftmatic
I will put you in a dark room
Full of monkey blood and chicken's feet
I be on my Voodoo
I be on voodoo
Voodoo, black magic, dolls and Shaka Zulu
And I see you motherfuckers on the dark side
Nigga and that's real
Voodoo