Whether drawn in flour on flat ground or traced in the air

The sign of the crossroads is always the juncture

Where communication between worlds is established

Where the traffic of energy and forces between them is set up

I own a book, handwritten

Only one in the whole damn mitten

Black leather bindings ancient

All them other replica's ain't shit

It smells of death with a hint of garlic

I dropped it once it blood stained the carpet

It talks to me as I turn the pages

Every one that owned it died I'm courageous

Taught me how to bend a spoon with my mind

And now I can twist the head off a spine

I throw knives that don't really exist

Yet they split a body up into kibbles and bits

I'm cryptic hoodoo doomed in time

And when I die you can summon me through these rhymes

I deal with the dead and make a promise or two

In return they grant me the power of hoodoo

Boo! Bitch get scared (Nghaaghaghh!)

'Cause I'm about to get weird!

Beware when the dead come calling

From out the mud their crawling

Boo! Bitch get scared (Nghaaghaghh!)

'Cause I'm about to get weird!

Beware when the dead come calling

From out the mud their crawling

I'm powerful now I'll be the same in death

Spirits have passed through my icy breath

Talk about wicked shit I'm neck deep in it

The book taught me well and I can use it any minute

I might play games massage your brains

Before you just a pile of remains

Take your soul into dementia and leave it there

The worse place you can be I feed off your fear

I jump through portals anytime I please

I keep jars full of eyes they draw flies and bees

While I chant alone rattling bones

Banging my skin drum we're not alone

I'm cryptic hoodoo doomed in time

And when I die you can summon me through these rhymes

I deal with the dead and make a promise or two

In return they grant me the power of hoodoo

Boo! Bitch get scared (Nghaaghaghh!)

'Cause I'm about to get weird!

Beware when the dead come calling

From out the mud their crawling

Boo! Bitch get scared (Nghaaghaghh!)

'Cause I'm about to get weird!

Beware when the dead come calling

From out the mud their crawling

I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex) I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex)

I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex) I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex)

I'll hex you! (I'll hex you) I'll hex you! (I'll hex you)

I'll hex you! (I'll hex you) I'll hex you! (I'll hex you)

I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex) I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex)

I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex) I'll throw a hex! (I'll throw a hex)

I'll hex you! (I'll hex you) I'll hex you! (I'll hex you)

I'll hex you! (I'll hex you) Ahahahahahahahaha!

Boo! Bitch get scared (Nghaaghaghh!)

'Cause I'm about to get weird!

Beware when the dead come calling (Yeah)

From out the mud their crawling (Psychopathic Records)

Boo! Bitch get scared (Nghaaghaghh!) (Detroit Michigan)

'Cause I'm about to get weird! (The birthplace of the wicked shit)

Beware when the dead come calling (Introducing)

From out the mud their crawling (Big Hoodoo, Hoodoo is what I do)