Occult

Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Mello] I got two human sacrifices in the whip (Right) I keep tellin' 'em, you don't need to strip (Right) Keep your windows rolled up and your seatbelts on you (On you) 'Cuz we can't have you dying till you got spells upon you Yeah, I found this book in a broke-ass graveyard! And the parts that I can make out, oh, they go hard! (Oh, shit) All I had to do was wrench it out' some dead hands (Woo) I'm not a necromancer yet but hey, I got plans [Verse 1: 2 Mello & 'Book'] If you want the power, gotta pay the debt Do you really wanna walk along the razor's edge? I will haunt you every second till you're laid to rest Turn around right now, and you can save your neck If you want the power, gotta pay the debt Thеre are a million other gamеs you coulda played instead Forget you ever found this, is your safest bet Yeah, fuck that, just tell me how to raise the dead Fine [Verse 2: 2 Mello] (And you get what you get, you get what you get) (And you get what you get, you get what you get) (And you get what you get, you get what you get) (And you get what you get, you get what you get) Ah, ha, ha, ha Ah, ha, ha, ha I'm gonna be invincible All you motherfuckers who made fun of me at the rec center For flinching when the little ball went in my Ramune soda I'll see you next time Ah, ha, ha, ha! [Verse 3: 2 Mello & 'Narrator'] Yeah, I'm gonna be the best fuckin, uh... Magic person that you ever heard of King of this shit, just gotta read the book! (One month later) No audiobook, no podcast, no explainer video, there's nothing for this thing I'm not a big reader, you know? I get lost It's like they don't want people to learn black magic Haven't y'all ever heard of accessibility, there's different types of learners, you know? [Verse 3: 2 Mello] I don't wanna be broke anymore (No) I don't wanna eat ramen (Uh-uh) I wanna get an army of zombies Tell 'em all to rob and then we keep robbin' (Yup) I wanna be the most irresponsible necromancer in the Midwest (That's me) All I need to do is just figure out where to put the runes on my chest I'll admit this ain't my best moment Doin' a spell and I just guessed on it (Woo) I'll break the summoning circle 'Cuz I get my nervous sweat on it Got mad demons I prank called They satanically star 69'd me (Oh no) Goin to church so they can't find me (Oh no) Leavin no donuts for y'all behind me (Oh no) I'm in over my head, but it's still attached Gotta find a helper with the wits and the will to cast Got one Craigslist search result for 'witch', and yo, we called 'em up Just wanna talk, I'm smooth as fuck, can't be the one who brought it up Like, sprinkle it naturally into the conversation (Yeah) (Uhh, you noticed anything different around town related to your vocation?) [Verse 4: TV-MA] (Hello, you rang?) Oh, this one is a mess Sees the game in his head, not coming from his chest Your lack'a strong will, weak intention heart Make the heartbeat start, unwelcome, not up to par The mortal, immortal, damned and the chosen All agree on the ones we'd rather have frozen Your expectation to bring back the strong quick and wit Is about to get rocked so hard gonna wish you quit Offer up bullshit, get bullshit in return As every worst person known rises from they urns Solicitors & tax collectors populate the earth Cannot walk ten feet without getting asked if you're insured Delusions that a zombie crew can do all your biddin' While energy vampires surround where you're sittin' Hold up, that's not all, glad you called now Learn about the free gifts you've earned yo'self Wealthy people with memes, telemarketers in your dreams What you've done is your undoing, reality ripped apart at the seams Nazis with bad breath, no personal space, the rotten spoiled The individuals back enough for Satan herself to recoil You wanna hustle? Get hustled in hustle hell The hell you get to create, a charm from necromancy's spell Witches work they magic, keep the inconsiderate at bay Now the demons in your nightmares are gonna find out where you lay You fuck with the underworld, try to turn it into profit We'll hunt you down and make you wish that you were in a coffin The word witch hunt was created for punks like you Now even mortals & they mommas wanna turn you into stew Life and death lose meaning when you got beef in every realm Dead, alive, eternal, forever keep you overwhelmed (Thanks for calling, buh-bye!) [Outro: 2 Mello & 'Book'] Wait no, don't hang up, please Oh shit, oh shit this was a bad idea! (I told you) Will you shut up, book? I don't need this right now! I'll fuckin' use a red popsicle as a bookmark, I swear! (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Oh, I gotta get on a church bus! I gotta get on a religious bus going north! Oh, I needa purify myself in Lake Minnetonka! I got about five dollars! Fuck!