shadowville comin wit sum tight beats, and mista murda came up wit da title hellza long ago. so i had to use both
Wicked gangsta wrap.
SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
http://www.soundclick.com/mistamurda
and J Reed -
http://www.soundclick.com/mrjreed
Lyrics
Deep frum da bowels of Hades niggaz come up/
Undead Wraith, he's hungry, where's da supper?/
Got it! Elan vital, da spark of life, da Shin in Yod Heh Vav Heh, pentagrammaton/
Who's standin on/
Da spot where I got my glocc on watch? Pop pop!/
Put em in da river, me da killah, me da grave digga/
Feel the wickedness?/
Da evil shit amiss?/
"Muthafuccaz should've run and hide" I'm thinkin as I reminisce/
About da times when a nigga wuz wit da mind of a demon familiar, invoked fo a couple of years to make me think wrong/
To sing songs/
About da images they put in my head/
I should have stopped a long time ago, but its permanent instead/
So now I got dis shit to ponder on like "How long would it take to vivisect a really tall nigga?"/
I feel u all shiver/
When u think about what kinda shit would u find in my basement or backyard/
Niggaz, you stand far/
From me, when I get, a little angry/
I spit, these lyrics daily/
But shit, I'm still in pain/
Need a hit/
Before I pass out, wake up in Hell, Metatron lookin over me/
These angels couldn't give a FUCK when da demons want ta lower me
[Hook]
Learn da incantations memorize it like my name/
Perform da Rites of Darkness every muthafuccin day/
Most niggaz just don't understand da way I stay sane/
Involves da use of bodies on a table sliced at least in twain/
x2
Callin upon Paimon/
Callin upon Amaimon/
And sendin their demons a fuccin legion at a time we playin/
Fuccin games wit people's lives/
Got em thinkin twice/
Before they wanna fucc wit me, cuz nigga I got dat evil eye/
People die/
Mysteriously, fuccin wit me/
You finna be found in a gutter, no lungs, no eyes, no tongue, by da name of Elohim/
I'm murderin niggaz esoterically/
Ya better be/
Showin sum muthafuccin respect, nigga I rule these spirits like Pericles/
Whenever ya'll niggaz is up to no good I'll be there witta kinjal to lend you a hand/
I be punishin niggaz, I deal executions to niggaz who plannin to take up a stand/
Against dat nigga Mach One/
I got a glock one/
Eight/
Ready ta pop shots where you wait/
You really think you can get away/
From da fate/
Dat every muthafuccin nigga like you done suffered/
Cuz you holdin a grudge against me? Well let's see which nigga's tougher/
[Hook]
I gotta perform da Rites of Darkness every night to Paimon/
My sacrificial lamb is usually niggaz who stand up sayin/
Sum bullshit, like "Nigga better watch yoself because my set/
Will fucc yo ass up!" Nigga you speak to da Wraith of Undeath/
Come ta kill dem bustahs, come ta fill em wit lead/
And a black kinjal, buried in yo armpit, cover dat shit red/
Bled yo ass on holy ground, you desecrated da sanctuary!/
Now yo set must be cleansed, and nigga yo homies ain't too scary/
Runnin amuck and then causin a ruckus/
Nigga be ready ta ducc quicc/
When I come, blastin down yo blocc, witta glocc, I must hit/
At least ONE muthafucca, I'ma get da rest at midnight/
Put a muthafucca on da ground witta slit throat, but da Wraith of Undeath ain't in sight, G/
[Hook]
