voodoo

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Yo, voodoo queen in the shadows, got a cobra crown,
Whispers your name in the thunder, got you bound by her spell.
Her altar’s a graveyard, candles burn down,
One wrong move, and your soul’s the price she sells.

Step in the shadows where the hood spells cling tight,
Hex on your heart, feel the juju’s cold bite.
I’m the curse in the mirror when you’re prayin’ to lie,
Feet in the grave, but you still cross the line.

She’s the haint in the swamp, with the crossroads in her palm,
Deals in regret and old bones, got your name in her hand.
Two dead crows, a jar with your sighs,
Now you’re dancing to her beat, no rebellion, just lies.

Spit like a serpent with venom-soaked bars,
Back when I bled for the blood in the scars.
Your lies turned to poison, but I drank every drop,
Turned your face into ash, lit the juju up top.

Voodoo woman, got that charm in her gaze,
Cross her tonight, you’ll be screaming her name in a blaze.
Hex you with honey, waste all your days,
Your mind is her kingdom, and she’s the empress in the haze.

I’m your voodoo woman, the ghost in your creed,
The rot in your roots, but you still reach for me.
Houdini in the grave? Nah, I’m locked,
Pull that trigger, you’ll die in the talk.

She’s the root in the soil, with the poison in her spine,
The whisper that takes your breath, leaves your body behind.
One sip of her brew, you’re enslaved to the night,
Screaming for mercy, but the stars take her bite.

Spin your world black with the dust of my name,
Ain’t no prayer that can purge this disease.
I’m the smoke from the match when you’re black in the soul,
The weight of the noose when you’re chokin’ on gold.

Got a lock on your soul, every move she can see,
Every scar you’ve collected, she’s the one who you’ll bleed.
She’s the ghost in your mirror, the curse in your name,
One of her spells, and you’ll be her puppet in eternal flame.

Spit brimstone and bones, I’m the storm in your veins,
A requiem rhythm where your sanity drains.
I’ve danced with the angels who wear devil’s disguise,
Learned how to love through a noose in the sky.

Voodoo queen, with the serpent’s grin,
Got a vial with your fate, and your future in her bin.
Black cat on the windowsill, the crossroads at her feet,
Got a curse for the greedy, and a hex just for the elite.

Blow your mind up with spells, let the static explode,
Ain’t no saint in the story—just wrongs that are owed.
Your past’s on a loop in my séance of spite,
Every ghost that you fed? Gonna vomit it.

She’s the hush in the alley, the storm in the air,
The crack in the concrete where the dead slip through there.
One kiss of her hand, you’re a slave to the creed,
Swear you’ll do anything just to stay in her need.

I’m your voodoo woman, the ghost in your creed,
The rot in your roots, but you still reach for me.
Houdini in the grave? Nah, I’m locked,
Pull that trigger, you’ll die in the talk.

Voodoo woman, with the power to enslave,
Turn your dreams into chains, make you beg for the grave.
She’s the whisper in the dark, the dread in your veins,
Got a spell just for you, and tomorrow you’ll be hers again.