CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Witch Doctor
Check it, yeah!
I'm nasty as black magicians with passion I spat so vicious
Not askin' if cats are Christian, (unmasking) the craft of witches
I practice with black magicians in chapels that practice Wiccan
Keep passin' them classy women, I trap with these ratchet b*t*hes
I'm blastin' (a crack abyss), a disastrous, masochistic catastrophe
(Traps and missives) in castles it's sacrilegious
The last of the savage spitters, subtract 'em like mathematicians
My favorite rappers have passed, I rap with they apparitions
I lost my virginity to a Spanish girl with hazel eyes
She used to paint her face like "Mi vida loca", my crazy life
Take your time and break your mind
And yes my momma raised me right
But since this world is f**ked I pack a pistol with a laser sight
Aim and die, say goodnight, one side is my angel side
Other side is dark and more crooked than Poet's lazy eye
Moon and Sun start to face off
My Moon tries to stop my Sun from shinin' like Marvin Gaye's pops
Card
My mental disorder ought to slaughter your audibles
All the martyrs are fallin' like Autumn Broad, I'm the arsenal
Particles ripped apart like a shark knottied by nautical
By nature my articles of my clothing aren't affordable
More than mortal, I'm more like immortal, I'm more immoral than
A whore through an oral orbiter orifice (?)
Or you could cut her legs off to make her more portable
Like she's (oko) and torso
Then torture her and force to record a porno
f**k a baby portal I'm porkin' her in the porthole
Portishead on the radio, ladies go to the tour show
The Pop The Fatty, Poppin' Addy, Papi, ya daddy
It's what they call me, appalin' all of the day for Apathy (?)
Actually rappers revere me, they fear me, they near me
They nearly kneel to me, yield to me, droppin' they shield to me
On the battlefield where they flee
I turn the baddest MC's to the status of flees
Crushin' rappers with ease
I'm nasty as black magicians with passion I spat so vicious
Not askin' if cats are Christian, (unmasking) the craft of witches
I practice with black magicians in chapels that practice Wiccan
Keep passin' them classy women, I trap with these ratchet b*t*hes
I'm blastin' (a crack abyss), a disastrous, masochistic catastrophe
(Traps and missives) in castles it's sacrilegious
The last of the savage spitters, subtract 'em like mathematicians
My favorite rappers have passed, I rap with they apparitions
I lost my virginity to a Spanish girl with hazel eyes
She used to paint her face like "Mi vida loca", my crazy life
Take your time and break your mind
And yes my momma raised me right
But since this world is f**ked I pack a pistol with a laser sight
Aim and die, say goodnight, one side is my angel side
Other side is dark and more crooked than Poet's lazy eye
Moon and Sun start to face off
My Moon tries to stop my Sun from shinin' like Marvin Gaye's pops
Card
My mental disorder ought to slaughter your audibles
All the martyrs are fallin' like Autumn Broad, I'm the arsenal
Particles ripped apart like a shark knottied by nautical
By nature my articles of my clothing aren't affordable
More than mortal, I'm more like immortal, I'm more immoral than
A whore through an oral orbiter orifice (?)
Or you could cut her legs off to make her more portable
Like she's (oko) and torso
Then torture her and force to record a porno
f**k a baby portal I'm porkin' her in the porthole
Portishead on the radio, ladies go to the tour show
The Pop The Fatty, Poppin' Addy, Papi, ya daddy
It's what they call me, appalin' all of the day for Apathy (?)
Actually rappers revere me, they fear me, they near me
They nearly kneel to me, yield to me, droppin' they shield to me
On the battlefield where they flee
I turn the baddest MC's to the status of flees
Crushin' rappers with ease
