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depressive tongue posse - voodoo in me lyrics

i’ve got the voodoo in me
you’ve got the voodoo in you
let’s come together and see what we can do
let’s turn somebody inside out, let’s turn somebody inside out
f-ckin’ with mad supernatural sh-t, with mad supernatural sh-t

[sharxxx]

cauldron bubble like a dom perignon
got the dolls with the pins, and your name written on
got a swamp fulla crocs, and them old apparitions
they be listenin’ to yo sobs when i take you to drown
godsmack, i’m not the one, and my snake is venomous so i don’t come with a gun
pop caps, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout rounds, psilocybin got me feelin’ like i’m one with the sun
b-tch, i hope you got somewhere to run
when you see the skull hangin’ under my chin
(scream) sh-t don’t sound like it’s fun
gonna feed you to gators and take yo things
dark arts in the park gazebo, sharxxx harvestin’ the hearts of people
b-tch, i practice santeria, got a crystal ball, and i f-ckin’ see ya
sh-t beats tv when i’m puffin’ reefer
you won’t never see me, ‘less you become a dealer
omniscient, you don’t got no secrets
cuz it’s my world, justin beiber
don’t touch my speaker, please, leave the public enemy
top notch on the vu meter
troubled teens come to me when they need a lil something strange
like to poison the teacher
magic man, sealin’ blood in a plastic bag, hittin’ bud in a traffic jam
ambulance, cuz i’m cursin’ yo family, man
and i’m drinkin’ my potions, you knowin’ i’m so beverati
i got me the rarest of bottles, with lovage and spanish moss
and the blood of a bat, stompin’ all up in yo attic
you got a black cat, i’ma grab it
don’t f-ck with depressive, our drugs is the bestest
my swamp is the wettest, come and get yo -ss cold messed with

[boy froot]

i got gold all in my necklace, you wanna go, b-tch? i’m reckless
always got the switch on my hip in the lexus
drivin’ down the interstate, lookin’ fo a b-tch to k!ll
if you gone get in my way, i guess i got a cap to peel
i’m in the swamp, with the crocodiles and the hippos
you can’t touch my style, man, that’s all i eat is grippos
we comin back wit a brand new rap
and you know it’s boy froot, when i’m lampin’ on the track
n we gone shoot you when you dancin’ in the back
got a bong to rip too and i’m givin’ sharxxx the mac
you don’t even know you who f-ckin’ wit
the crew, depressive tongue k!llin’ ery f-ckin’ cl!ck
stealin’ erybody’s b-tch, wheelin’ dealin’ hittin’ l!cks
money to the ceiling, call me back but i ain’t answerin’
i got a voodoo doll, b-tch you wouldn’t even wanna f-ck wit me
the depressive tongue will k!ll you, and yo whole d-mn family
put a needle in ya head, b-tch i’m evil, now u dead
know it’s boy froot cuz the whole room turnin’ red
splattered blood up on the floor
we smokin’ bud, we blowin’ dope

- depressive tongue posse lyrics

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