Poetic Voodoo

[Poemahontas]

While speaking to the angels
They all said, "slay these devils"
They come from different angles
Dig their graves with my shovel

Now it's time to reimburse
The spells of Hell has reemerged
Light has shined and you're the worst
You're all compelled to live this curse

These devils speak evil blatantly
I call them by name, shamelessly
Sons of a gun, they're Satan seeds
They point their fingers, blamelessly

Poetic food for thought
For my friends, it's grocery
Pathetic fools I fought
As for them, it's sorcery

All my faith is in God
Setting flames to your flag
I go against the odds
I know that makes you mad

Hocus-pocus
I'm mixing emotions
Focus, focus
My words are the potion

Abracadabra....

Remove your voice
And give you asthma
Remove your choice
Reading this stanza

Abracadabra......

Remove your blood
And keep your plasma
Remove your glans
No more viagra

Abracadabra....

My words make a witch sad
Bewitched, trick, do the math
Cursed, you need a skin graft
Magic to you.....witchcraft

[Poemahontas]

My words make a witch sad
Bewitched, trick, do the math
Cursed, you need a skin graft
Magic to you.....witchcraft