[Verse 1: TD the Poet]
She a black magic woman tryina put a hex on me
Tryina get checks from me, a drop top lex from me
Actin’ like Daddy’s girl; if daddy only knew
The freaky black magic that his little daughter do
Takin’ sexy pictures and sendin’ em out
Shorty got me lickin’ my lips the way she keep bendin’ down
Grindin’ on my dick while she’s doin’ the lap dance
I wanna see ya ass clap…make this the last dance
She’s a mezmorizin’ chick; do whatever she say
Like you didn’t wanna do that, but you did it anyway
She get slick when she talk, move her hips when she walk
Her ass ticks and it tocks. I’m sick from the thought
She like a smoking bitch, yeah she a bad habbit
With all those mind tricks and her cold black magic
You tryina make a devil out a saint, bitch
That’s like creatin’ Mona Lisa without paint, bitch
(You can’t do it. Black Magic Woman my ass)

[Verse 2: Eagle]
She a woman with power so of course she gon’ exploit it
Temptin’ me so it be torture to avoid it
X-Ray heat vision: source of all the boiling
Sick over her like porcelain of a toilet (belch)
Boy is it annoyin’ when she levitate when I’m tryina
Set her straight. Fly away featherweight. Why are they
Never great-ful…prolly kuz of my
Ability to play….possum all the time
She be crossin’ thru my mind and I blame her throat
Her head bad like a snaking roach/and this lady’s so
Crazy for the Gaga; give her face a poke. She know my flow
Is like nostrils laced wit coke. I will say she’s no
Devil. But she evil enough. As long as she is
Willing to give Eagle the stuff, we are done
Get the eff from round me. Tryina make a devil outta me
(Nah)
[Verse 3: Ab-Stract]
Must be a heaven kuz this hell
Sinnin’ the only thing I did well
Little kids snatchin’ pennies out the wishin’ well
Now I drop a mill in the holy water wish yall all to hell
Am I awake? I can’t tell
I got black dreams wake up to black thoughts
Black shirt, black shorts. Black shoes over black socks
Then I get to ballin’ right up on the black top
But that’s nothing but the streets
Can you keep something discreet?
Got a sixth sence, me and demons speak
They say the grim reaper wanna meet
I say a conversation all you getting
I ain’t leavin’ the armegeddon
Nothing shall prosper. I’m not forgettin’
But it’s gonna be good riddance if I’m not yet
Forgiven for all my past sinning
Shall I start from the beginning?
It’s judgment day, so it’s all endin’
Ah……more sinning

[Outro]
TD: It’s that granie state shit
TD: It’s that east coast, dirty south shit. Ya dig?
Ab: M.I.A in the building
Ab: I don’t talk on tracks
Eagle: That’s a good one. Uh! That was strenuous
(Sound of microphone dropping)
Eagle: That’d probably would be dope on the track
TD: What’d you do? I’d be pissed about that