[Intro]
Spells, you gotta be careful with
Spells, it's real black magic in these
Spells, you can't f** around with those...
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Needed a tough potion to make her think Im hot
This spell's a piece of cake, easy to pull off – not
Put a shell of a tortoise on a burning flame
Need a couple chicken, you know, dig out the remains
Toss it into swampy souce of snake heads and frog legs
Mix it with a dog sling and sacrifice a small pig
As Im chantin unga bunga baga wu, which means
Make her love me and I give you my soul
Like it's f** what happens with me after I die
This august my life is fly and can easily get by
sh** worked, and at first I couldn't be more proud
But she was crazy, f**in b**h broke into my house
I tried to leave her, she takes out every chick I meet
She won't go to sleep until she swallows my skeet
Right now I can't be alone, stuck on a leash
The only way to turn it off was to k** the freak
[Hook]
Spells, you gotta be careful with
Spells, it's real black magic in these
Spells, you can't f** around with those...
You don't wanna get hurt (2x)
[Verse 2: Big Hoodoo]
I got a spell to get back at all of your enemies
Follow to the tea and they all die off like the Kennedys
At first dash of salt, red mustard and a bat tooth
A baby lizard, chicken gizzard and some cactus juice
Fermented fish eyes, pepper and a couple roaches
Just make it simmer for ten minutes until it smells atrocious
Then mix rose oil with blood from a vulture
And a pinch of Spanish moss and powdered sulphur
You all confused, but to me it makes perfect sense
To try the spells on that ho a** neighborhood snitch
The next day he died and I was proud of my magic
When I heard the news, I pretended it was tragic
But I was happy inside, smile curved on my face
Until I looked in the mirror and saw him in my place
His spirit haunts me and I can't do a thing to shake it
Cause once spell has been cast, can't nothing break it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I'm f**in Shaggy the clown b**h, that's my name
And if you hear it, you better know there's voodoo in my veins
I'm talkin way back, takin bottles to the store
There was a stand in the alley, one there wouldn't never fall
Some kind of fortune telling gypsy, I said how about a weed
I sat down and laughed at her, cause none of this I believe
She called me a clown and ordered me to pay attention
I tried to listen but couldn't put the bullsh** she mentioned
I said I'm seventeen, old enough to know you phony
She said the reading's over, now you paid the money
I told her f** you, I ain't payin sh**
She cut a strand off my dreadlock and said you pay with this
Then she hexed me, then I forever be a clown
But the thing she didn't realize, sh**, I'm down
Wherever the lady is today I wanna say thank you
Even though you probably dead in hell in a demon's when the demons spank you
[Hook]