Lyrics Hexed - Hurrikkanne

(She fed me potions full of spirits so I'd be tame and listen...)
I'm tellin' you it happened right beside the entrance hall
(She burned herbs of a foreign kind to cloud my mind and vision...)
I was in the shadows painting in graffiti scrawl
(She fed me potions full of spirits, I'm liquored and twisted...)
A gal approached me, she was sinister I'm telling y'all
(She burned herbs of a foreign kind to keep me calm and lifted...)
One look in her eyes and I paused, my body at a stall

I'm tellin' you it happened right beside the entrance hall
I was in the shadows painting in graffiti scrawl
A gal approached me, she was sinister I'm telling y'all
One look in her eyes and I paused, my body at a stall
Soon as she spoke, she mastered me, her virus was installed
I did her bidding, it made me cold; that witch, she was my all
'Til she broke my heart and put the pieces in voodoo dolls
And you fuckers wonder why I've zero love for you all
I'm a man molded, by the winter, the solstice
I've adapted to the dark, \u0026 I awake as soon as the spark
In the sky has departed, fangs bared and fucking starving
Plan on carving grins in all your faces
My leather-faced pumpkin garden
Don't beg my pardon, I have no need for your courtesy
Instead what I require is all of your currency
To fund my plans for domination
The Militia is in waiting for Phase 1 to begin
Engage!!

They can not stop me; and that is not from a lack of effort
They can not copy; they tried, it's sloppy; we're 10 times better
With this intelligence and this swagger, it breeds cheddar
With this mentality, I'm prepared. Yo it's whatever
I'm prepared, all my soldiers got arms to bear
Nigga I swear, I'm a Southside Sailor with knotty hair
And attitude, which comes off rude; yet oh so smooth
That nigga's cool, yet armed from tooth; to nail, to boot
Half baked off great verde, sinsemilla
Smoking that: "What's that? That right there is unfamiliar
Can I sample that?" Hell no, you can not
'Cause yo bitch ass ain't real enough
Yo this shit here might kill you, bruh
I'm smelling like that really sticky icky stuff that cost too much
Half these stoner hoes can't smoke with me
They say they cough too much
I can't smoke with those outside the syndicate, they don't roll enough
On top of that what they roll-up is simply not potent enough
I'm leaning off Old No. 7, working with a brand new weapon
Trying to wash away my demons, and prepping for those who creeping
A few niggas upset 'cause they ladies plotting on my semen
Told them put they cuffs away
I'm not gone take they bitch today
Silver-tongued villain, always Sub-Zero chilling
But has more of a Scorpion feeling
Fire in his eyes
Always scorching sour flowers during owl hours
So if you can not find this nigga, just search the night skies