Spells

[Intro] Spells, you gotta be careful with Spells, it’s real black magic in these Spells, you can’t fuck around with those... [Verse 1: Violent J] Needed a tough potion to make her think Im hot This spell’s a piece of cake, easy to pull off – not Put a shell of a tortoise on a burning flame Need a couple chicken, you know, dig out the remains Toss it into swampy souce of snake heads and frog legs Mix it with a dog sling and sacrifice a small pig As Im chantin unga bunga baga wu, which means Make her love me and I give you my soul Like it’s fuck what happens with me after I die This august my life is fly and can easily get by Shit worked, and at first I couldn’t be more proud But she was crazy, fuckin bitch broke into my house I tried to leave her, she takes out every chick I meet She won’t go to sleep until she swallows my skeet Right now I can’t be alone, stuck on a leash The only way to turn it off was to kill the freak [Hook] Spells, you gotta be careful with Spells, it’s real black magic in these Spells, you can’t fuck around with those... You don’t wanna get hurt (2x) [Verse 2: Big Hoodoo] I got a spell to get back at all of your enemies Follow to the tea and they all die off like the Kennedys At first dash of salt, red mustard and a bat tooth A baby lizard, chicken gizzard and some cactus juice Fermented fish eyes, pepper and a couple roaches Just make it simmer for ten minutes until it smells atrocious Then mix rose oil with blood from a vulture And a pinch of Spanish moss and powdered sulphur You all confused, but to me it makes perfect sense To try the spells on that ho ass neighborhood snitch The next day he died and I was proud of my magic When I heard the news, I pretended it was tragic But I was happy inside, smile curved on my face Until I looked in the mirror and saw him in my place His spirit haunts me and I can’t do a thing to shake it Cause once spell has been cast, can’t nothing break it [Hook] [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] I’m fuckin Shaggy the clown bitch, that’s my name And if you hear it, you better know there’s voodoo in my veins I’m talkin way back, takin bottles to the store There was a stand in the alley, one there wouldn't never fall Some kind of fortune telling gypsy, I said how about a weed I sat down and laughed at her, cause none of this I believe She called me a clown and ordered me to pay attention I tried to listen but couldn't put the bullshit she mentioned I said I’m seventeen, old enough to know you phony She said the reading’s over, now you paid the money I told her fuck you, I ain’t payin shit She cut a strand off my dreadlock and said you pay with this Then she hexed me, then I forever be a clown But the thing she didn’t realize, shit, I’m down Wherever the lady is today I wanna say thank you Even though you probably dead in hell in a demon’s when the demons spank you [Hook]