I had a mission I had a goal wanted to get rid of this foul betraying soul someone suggested to try a voodoo doll but that ain't something you go get a the mall
No, I had to go for the real deal something beyond crystal balls and coffee beans I had to find a person with the right skill I took the weekend off and went to New Orleans
Voodoo shop I went voodoo shop hoppin' in new Orleans Voodoo shop I went voodoo shop hoppin' in new Orleans
I arrived I shopped around ate too much Gumbo till I finally found this scary little shop, creepy as hell a voodoo-woman gnarly as fuck sold me the spell
She told me to use it on a certain date I was distracted by her dog lucy biting my jeans the magic would backfire if I didn't wait and I was on my way out of New Orleans
Voodoo shop I went voodoo shop hoppin' in new Orleans voodoo shop I went voodoo shop hoppin' in new Orleans
Graveyard dirt and a rusty nail chicken feet and virgin blood take the grease from a snail mix with Transylvanian mud now spice it up with Spanish flies to make sure he suffers before he dies add cursed water by druids at Stonehenge and I'll guarantee you sweet revenge
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Compositores: Kim Sigurd Bo Gaarde (Gaarde Bo), Troy Russel, Andrew Martinez ECAD: Obra #2488741