"Witchcraft 2" lyrics - MF DOOM

MF DOOM

"Witchcraft 2"

Homicide, don't even come outside
Got these ass-backwards asthmatics swinging the XL
Shots ringing through your ear, [?]
With the fibre optic, hip hop dropping the next tale
Shaking up, 41 faggot ass cops in the next jail
Advertised in small print
Magnified and spotted in the text, mail it back
[?] [?] [?] are babbling
[?] trip up the Camelot hills
Grazing with the rest of the sheep
Chilling on the prayers with the [?]
By the time the thumb hit the fan
These scary-ass beetles started tattling
These crackers aren't related to George Harrison
So we keep them yellow-backs submarine canary straggling
Made the victim [?] admit she was a hoe
She said she was a good hoe like Mary Magdalene
Says she live on the other side of the lake
Where they burnt politicians at the stake
And have public executions of polices
Where they live in freedom to teach forbidden arts
A wild witch from Eastwick
And ancient voodoo high priestesses
Autopsy report, do a tap dance on your corpse
Like accountants crunching numbers on the corners
Stay craving the potion, saying
Don't do it for the crime, do it for the piece of mind
Don't become a slave to your emotions
Rock with Sade
Make it a smooth operation like all day shaving lotion
Praise and devotion when you hear that it's my flow, motherfucker
Every time you roll
It's just another 93 million waves in the ocean

[Hook:]
It's new recruits, temples, witchcraft
Cursed with eyes of rust, thumbs of newt
Politic with warlocks who run the chute
We got federal reserves to lose
Most of their points is moot, we don't give a flying fuck
Or an outlaw hoot
If it's your birthday, still get hurt in the worst way

Faces for us like AIDs, a combination of Miles and Larry Davis
Taking aim at your screen name
In a more honorable and civilised time
Head of the Jedi Council, master of Windu
Sworn protectors of the green flame
A thousand years of prosperity, toast it
Mouldy, accelerated growth
Like the [?] when the time on Monsta Island in the heat of summer
But hope and pray that we live to see plenty more of both
Well ain't it tragic when this faggot, fake-ass, wanna be, joke media maggots
Logic loses to this grand new imperial monster magic
Just food for thought
Next time you're considering entering the contest
Before I piss on your face to mark the territories of the conquest
Become the witness of the ultimate challenge
Of cerebral and physical fitness
Small-hearted Bill O'Reilly roaches beneath my notice
Giving weak cardiacs, testing like litmus

Mm.. More Food (2004)