Joel Stooksbury - BTCHCRVFT lyrics

[Verse 1] Now I'mma start some sh** with this, it's at a fever pitch Cause there's a backlash brewing and I'm the wicked witch Cold kickin' up dust just like a blizzard in black Storm's on the horizon to let you know I'm back Shootin' my gifts, speakin' in riffs with my tongue No sleep and the mind runs deep, I fear no one So let the big black cloud come, feel my wrath Immortalized in BTCHCRVFT! [Chorus] (BTCHCRVFT!) You know the color, the b**h is in black (Must be a full moon) (BTCHCRVFT!) You know the color, the b**h is in black (Scaring motherf**ers) [Verse 2] All hail the supreme, beauty fiend, word-slinger High priestess and motherf**in' storm-bringer Scarlet to the bone, Maiden, Mother and Crone On a murderous return to the throne No church, just conjuring words that hurt Wolves howl, as I flow it slow verse to verse Exalting the night The keeper of the cauldron, scorchin' and scaldin' the mic Invokin ruin and not a moment too soon I'll put your under my spell and make you bark at the moon Until you walk with me along the left hand path Immortalized in BTCHCRVFT! [Chorus] (BTCHCRVFT!) You know the color, the b**h is in black (Must be a full moon) (BTCHCRVFT!) You know the color, the b**h is in black (Scaring motherf**ers) [Bridge] Takin' b**hes back to the past (A magnum is a microphone, a magnum is a microphone) (A magnum is a microphone, murdering emcees) Yeah, lets do it [Verse 3] Steadily I approach a s**a strapped with my medley Them not knowing I'm beautiful but deadly Coincidentally I'm not that friendly But tonight the spirits run through me readily Feeling melancholy so I got nostalgic And I can rock a topic philosophic With a book of shadows and a black swan theory Haunt your mind on a sentimental journey Back in time to rise like a phoenix From the ashes of a Comptown remix The OG, Tairrie B. you know me I'm not an urban myth, I'm history Where I've been ain't no mystery And f** the critics, I know ya missed me You can't burn this witch I'll play ya Turn myself into Mother Nature Open up the skies with metaphors And when it rains it pours Thunderstorms and words galore A lightening rod with pens for swords Slayin' demons with my vocal chords An LA Woman just like The Doors described so pa** the Whiskey A magnum is a microphone murdering emcees Still got the fire inside me With a pa**ionate heart to guide me The name of the game is survival I don't cuss I swear on the f**in' Bible The Villainess, ill-oquent in my scripture Fist full of fury, piss and vinegar When I'm done I'll be the one they quote… [Outro] And that's all she wrote