Haitian Voodoo

Lyrics

[Intro] Spiritual world is real I cut fucking chickens and goats, nigga, that's how.. Say that again I cut chickens and goats if you really wanna know [Verse 1: Lord Goat] Buick Regals, Caddies and murder slacks Out the Suburban, pump a 30 off the surgeons working on your back Dirty J's, PCP dancers, they holdin' crack Sellin' bundles out The Dakota, the fuckin' Omen's back Russell Stover's in the bag like Howie when he built the stash Higher learning, bodega duffle bags on BMX Pullin' out machetes on pussies who look like Richard Speck Puncture every artery, blade to your neck, then gauge your vеst Jamaican killers up in your crib shakin' you for every chеck Pounds in the closet, call the connect, he got me Asian sess We crews with TEC's, movin' through projects, the Capricorn's a vet Pop you in your chest, your brain's a taco mess Pull up and DoorDash, I'm at your crib so now it's anybody's guess The Henny follows stress, anybody dyin' for their rep, funny Put cement blocks in your Dunks, we call it dead money Residential spots where fiends leanin', their rent's funny [Skit] When you enter into these relationships with spirit formally through initiation, you are devoting yourself to providing offerings, to reciting their names, to, you know, singing songs that honor their legacy In turn, you will be protected by the spirits [Verse 2: Donnie Menace] Just another evil god showing you that your beliefs are flawed Funny-style lames get fucked up, I beat the odds Quick to swing the hawk, you suckers just get your eagle on These pussies are too loose, need to get their giggle on I keep it far more raw than your average Been a morbid bastard since I lurked the halls with no passes Scorchin' cadavers, then I'm snortin' their ashes Too many think they fly when they still stuck within the form of a maggot (Agh!) Most humans are just addicts with horrible habits If I see a couple expecting, I hope for a miscarriage I find pleasure watching deplorables perish (Hah) My kicks are shitkickers from breaking my foot off in they asses Listen, they all say I'm mad and son I think it's the truth (Think it's the truth) The dark is my passion and the wicked's my roots (Wicked's my roots) 'Cause if I get to slashin', shit, it's finished for you It's disorderly fashion when your skin is my suit Bam!