Lyrics:
murder scene
A perfect murder by the perfect person
Brujeria verse perfectly cursing a virgin
What's the faculty of energy perfect exertion
Call me majesty
could push fast forward, the seconds were passing by
Talking to the fortune teller, dialing a psychic line
Oh, I was floating like a feather in the wind
Possessed but blessed, twisted tower dire
Magic ritualistic funeral pyre
The flames go out, but you are rising higher
Destroyed by one it takes two
casket, Bishop!
I'm moving with the all black tactic
Black kicks, black jeans
Black jacket matchin'
I'm pulling 21s like I'm using black magic
And they
the diaphragm
B-boy deathlehem walk by the lamb
Whole world possessed, gotta try to jam
Serious, murdering aliens, mysterious
They say I'm a disgrace to
The race
Your magic persuaded me to Patrick's house one night
Most of our friends were drunk, we left by then
It's my fault for saying I try everything
I’ve know ya
Nostalgic moments feels like magic don’t it
Girl you killin' ‘em, my condolence
That’s how you on it? Yea that’s how you on it
And I’m gonna
gonna change about you
I can't go forth without you, just be by my side
Beverly Hills is still here, Cherries and Plums is still here
The world has
gonna change about you
I can't go forth without you, just be by my side
Beverly Hills is still here, Cherries and Plums is still here
The world has
preacher say he praying for my soul
But, if I really want the blessings of the Lord to shine
I need to buy this magic oil for $9.99
So if I put this chicken
used to
Nah, this ain't what you used to
Racquetball without those gems, magic gets made when the lights get dim
And shorty ass fat but her waist real
the boss
Who 'll have nothing on us
Well have our little piece of paradise I f**king promise
So until that day they 'll fear the man of magic
Simply
and people are ferocious
Dragons are red yeah magic is black
Yeah oxys are blue, yeah the manglers are back
Listen to my fucking song, what kind
never talked to her I
So much to say
Hello magic mirror please
Two spoons will stand again there
There is so much to see
And hello honey child
getting here took me a minute
In this game of life, chilling with my stand-by ticket
Goddamn I did it, I built the stage to get my voice heard
my window, there's no one home
The fire's burning, but I'm so cold
The stormy weather caught me
The heat of summer? s gone
Been hit by madness,
how you twist that knife
Give me sweat and war
Worth fighting for
Tell me if you're satisfied I need to feed your appetite
Amplified by the night ready
To down that show - with two shoes and a magic hand man
Now it's aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin'
There's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole
Written by a maniac, his love has made me blind
Can't deny the poison gets me high
Just a little taste
Shook my life, it hit me like a drum
Hey, hey, hey
I
"I remember being asked a lot, by a lot of different writers, zines, and shit, like, 'Why don't you incorporate your race, your ethnicity, where
the rats that creep, am I blessed for weeks?
And the maggots still seep by the open wounds
Dressed like a Vagabond ?trade the tatted runes?
I've been left
I see by the papers that
He came from the old religion but possessed no magic skill
Descending from machinery, he left nothing from his will
got the latest place
It's on your radar
By the time you show your face, it's over
Eh oh eh oh eh eh, eh oh eh oh oooh
You got the magic numbers on your
Piece by piece, it all falls away
All this beauty, all this magic 'til there's nothing there
If only love was enough, I could reach you, I would reach
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