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Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Programmierung
Shaggy 2 Dope
Shaggy 2 Dope
Stimme und Gesang
Violent J
Violent J
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Songwriter:in
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter:in
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Songwriter:in
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Produzent:in
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Produzent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Polito
John Polito
Schnitttechniker:in

Letra

Voodoo, runnin' from my magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Met this kid named Louie Lou He thought he could fuck with this voodoo So I turned his head into a lima bean And then flicked it off his shoulders From Mookan House to Shangri-La Egyptian Pharaoh, coompata Follow me, and join us as we pray To the seventeen moons of Coonga Del Ray Walked in the lunchroom chantin' spells With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells Got my own food, who wants some? I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue A non-believer once started to laugh So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass Then everybody heard him squeal "This voodoo shit's for real!" It just takes A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Crypt on Verner on a windy night You see voodoo scribblings in the moonlight Painted all on the city street It's the ancient craft of gang bangin Hey! J! What's in the bag? A shrunken head, and shriveled scrotum sac Why? Ya think voodoo's fake? Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake "Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba Sleep no longer, raise, quick Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!" Well, fuck it, I ain't that good yet But one day you can bet I'm a freak We'll make the whole world dance with the dead And just like my homey said It only takes A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Voodoo running from my magic Voodoo running from my magic Voodoo running from my magic I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya and flick your nuts A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo! Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic
Writer(s): Jason Hunter, Mike E. Clark, Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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