Abstract (Rapper) - Black Magic Woman lyrics

[Verse 1: TD the Poet] She a black magic woman tryina put a hex on me Tryina get checks from me, a drop top lex from me Actin' like Daddy's girl; if daddy only knew The freaky black magic that his little daughter do Takin' s**y pictures and sendin' em out Shorty got me lickin' my lips the way she keep bendin' down Grindin' on my dick while she's doin' the lap dance I wanna see ya a** clap…make this the last dance She's a mezmorizin' chick; do whatever she say Like you didn't wanna do that, but you did it anyway She get slick when she talk, move her hips when she walk Her a** ticks and it tocks. I'm sick from the thought She like a smoking b**h, yeah she a bad habbit With all those mind tricks and her cold black magic You tryina make a devil out a saint, b**h That's like creatin' Mona Lisa without paint, b**h (You can't do it. Black Magic Woman my a**) [Verse 2: Eagle] She a woman with power so of course she gon' exploit it Temptin' me so it be torture to avoid it X-Ray heat vision: source of all the boiling Sick over her like porcelain of a toilet (belch) Boy is it annoyin' when she levitate when I'm tryina Set her straight. Fly away featherweight. Why are they Never great-ful…prolly kuz of my Ability to play….possum all the time She be crossin' thru my mind and I blame her throat Her head bad like a snaking roach/and this lady's so Crazy for the Gaga; give her face a poke. She know my flow Is like nostrils laced wit coke. I will say she's no Devil. But she evil enough. As long as she is Willing to give Eagle the stuff, we are done Get the eff from round me. Tryina make a devil outta me (Nah) [Verse 3: Ab-Stract] Must be a heaven kuz this hell Sinnin' the only thing I did well Little kids snatchin' pennies out the wishin' well Now I drop a mill in the holy water wish yall all to hell Am I awake? I can't tell I got black dreams wake up to black thoughts Black shirt, black shorts. Black shoes over black socks Then I get to ballin' right up on the black top But that's nothing but the streets Can you keep something discreet? Got a sixth sence, me and demons speak They say the grim reaper wanna meet I say a conversation all you getting I ain't leavin' the armegeddon Nothing shall prosper. I'm not forgettin' But it's gonna be good riddance if I'm not yet Forgiven for all my past sinning Shall I start from the beginning? It's judgment day, so it's all endin' Ah……more sinning [Outro] TD: It's that granie state sh** TD: It's that east coast, dirty south sh**. Ya dig? Ab: M.I.A in the building Ab: I don't talk on tracks Eagle: That's a good one. Uh! That was strenuous (Sound of microphone dropping) Eagle: That'd probably would be dope on the track TD: What'd you do? I'd be pissed about that