Lyrics:
the house of the Witch
She's got everything to do the deed
Every ingredient to brew her mead
The potion will boil and smoke will twitch
On the big black pot
Yeady
She's the witch queen oh, of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story
Strange as it now seems
Of zombie voo-doo gris gris
Yeady
She's the witch queen oh, of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story
Strange as it now seems
Of zombie voo-doo gris gris
to do was to miscarry, yeah
Send my regards to the wise Witch, upon the hill
Upon the hill
Without that brew, that we received
All my friends would pity
Yeady
She's the witch queen oh, of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story
Strange as it now seems
Of zombie voo-doo gris gris
Black cats and witch hats and jack o lanterns twinkling
Spooky ghosts and black bats got my spine a tingling
Witches round a cauldron stirring a brew
Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumors
want to serve her
I want to be her
Witches brew
Dreams come true
Once she's inside you
Nothing you can do
Love witch
I'm her zombie bitch
She won't quit
and a scream
Oh, she dances in madness, a sinister sight
Her laughter echoes, through the night
Beware, beware, the witch's snare
In her hut on hen's legs,
out on his mother's bed
Seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
In my dope house, here comes a tornado
Huh, I can't
They say I'm dangerous, a threat to society
But they don't understand, they fear what they can't see
I cast my spells, and brew my potions
But it's
I just live for wreaking havoc
You can keep your hats and rabbits
This ain't a trick, this is pure talent (How'd she do that?)
I'm a witch, bitch
I'm
When the clock strikes twelve at night,
The witch appears, a dreadful sight.
With her broomstick, she takes flight,
Casting spells in the pale
Yo, it's the witch apocalypse, 90s style,
Dark arts in the hood, let's kick it for a while.
Brooms in the air, potions in the cauldron,
Hooded
the witch-queen oh
Of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story
Strange as it might seem
Of zombie voodoo gris gris
And the witch-queen of New Orleans
and Goblins will get you soon
(on halloween night)
See the witch flyin on her broom
(SHRIEK)
(on halloween night)
The ghost and goblins will give you a fright
Two-faced witch keep me up all night
Another shot at the crack of daylight
Diggin' her nails underneath my skin
You know I hate her but I gotta let
Burn the Witch
Burn the Witch
I know she'll cast her spells
That demon spawn from hell
I know for sure she'll fine you
Our story starts to brew
In
And get a skele-tan
It's open casket invitation tonight
So let the show begin
Ding dong the witch is dead
The witch is dead it's the ghouls night out
the leaves with each step
Forest critters scurry and scour as I waltz with a witch
Ohh
The sun appears low on the other side now
I’ll drink my brew’s last
the beat,
Every witch is on her feet.
Spin around, feel the groove,
At the Witches' Brew Boogie, we're making
moves!
Chorus:
At the Witches' Brew Boogie,
When Martha was born, Held her hand in a fist
Her mother was a witch, her dad a Voodoo priest
There was thunder on the mountain and the rivers ran
And give it to the poor, it's
Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are
Bring it from the back and bring it to the front
Cause you gotta give
time to scream today,
Halloween,
Its Halloween,
Zombies on their way,
Its time to brew the potion,
Its time to scare away,
Halloween,
Its Halloween,
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