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letra de black magic - teflon (memphis)

[verse 1: lil’ grimm]
demons in the night, yes, i’m wanted for my evil deeds
late at night, i’m cold, so i pick up this book and read
psychotic n-gga sh-t, ’cause these n-ggas run their lip
evil spirits cast a spell now it’s runnin’ through my head
just look up in the sky, oh sh-t what do i see
is it a bird? is it a plane? demons comin’ up to me
[?] got that skunk, one n-gga already locked in my trunk
red dogg grab his body when i stopped at the city dump
out there, messed up, baptized off that holy dope
please don’t try to run cause i got that infrared scope
at yo mothaf-ckin’ domes, told you hoes to leave me alone
quiet n-gga in that cornеr, but i keep my big black tone
while i’m in the cornеr, yes, i’m dazed into my cruise of thought
slice that ho, lookin’ at me with my f-ckin’ chainsaw
sn-tch a b-tch real quick, take her to my nearest ditch
hi, my name is grimm, welcome to my crucifix
at the f-ckin’ graveyard, creepin’ with the no light
quick to k!ll a n-gga with no trigger f-ckin’ sight
but i’m kind of f-cked up, d-mn, i can’t think straight
red dogg, help me through this misery because i’m losin’ faith
havin’ bad dreams when the clock hits midnight
demons grab my back, ease my soul, don’t try to fight
let my soul rise from the darkness of my graveyard
come along and join with me, through a night of drastic fog
havin’ suicidal thoughts, should i grab my f-ckin’ lighter?
just page one of the chapters of the ghostwriter
[hook: scanman]
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun

[verse 2: red dogg, lil grimm]
n-ggas come through my graveyard, n-ggas ran my fence up
readin’ through them scriptures, drinking liquor while i kiss my trigger
eyes red as fire, i don’t know, so don’t ask me why
wicked trick, evil sh-t, all at the same time
wicked f-ckin’ crucifix, them demons creepin’ through the night
with the f-ckin’ gauge on a rage, but i see the light
could there be a way for me, will i see reality?
demons tryna take my soul, d-mn, i know i’m goin’ numb
bl–dy body scattered, shattered into pieces just like pizza
me and grimm’s are sn-tchin’ f-cking heads off, tricks, that’s why they shooken
drain they bloods out from their neck, i do this sh-t for self-respect
when i k!ll a b-tch, you know that a n-gga gotta keep his mothaf-ckin’ rep
mothaf-ckin’ glock is c-cked, i pop and drop them f-ckin’ tricks
sometimes i think of suicide, just k!ll myself say “f-ck this sh-t”
get my f-ckin’ b-lls off-list, i lock myself in the closet, b-tch
reminisce on how i murder, n-gga, shot ’em in the d-ck
is it them n-ggas or is it them demons who tellin’ me to go commit all these crimes
n-ggas with triggers, them big cocaine dealers
a visual k!ller, i’m on ’em for good
i’m changin’ the city, just think of a homicide mixed with a suicide
so i go k!ll a guy
what’s up, lil’ grimm? (my n-gga, i don’t know)
should i get that b-tch? (go stang on them hoes)
i stang on them b-tches and leave em in ditches
don’t bar none ’bout b-tches, so back up this pimpin’
i gotta step in, feel like when i get mad
i [?] to his head
like i said once before, them n-ggas must don’t know me well
then i c-ck the hammer back, them bullets make your body swell
evil showin’ me the future, tellin’ me what’s right and wrong
tellin’ me who’s pr-ne to live, and n-ggas [?] by their herringbone
fire is in my yalk because them n-ggas try to test me this
head just start to spin around my shoulders like the exorcist
red dogg, why, he’s got my back, chi chi with that fire sack
grimm just cut them b-tches head
sweet talk fill them hoes with lead
only with the infrared, now them n-ggas good as dead
n-ggas better not steal our title, chapters of the ghostwriters
[hook: scanman]
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun

[verse 3: lil’ grimm]
black magic, voodoo power, castin’ spells upon these tricks
yes, i’m kind of crazy, since you n-ggas talkin’ babbage sh-t
step up to a n-gga if you wanna see some f-ckin’ spark
yes, my graveyard is made for you suckas traitin’ hard
yes, you f-ckin’ suckas can say what you want about the grimm
but p-u-n-k, no, my n-gga, that’s not h-i-m
look into my soul, once again, i can’t see the light
bad dreams keep my eyes open, demons got my sight
fifteen n-ggas ready to k!ll, still trill n-ggas don’t feel
darkside comin’ up and you know lil’ grimm made the deal
so watch your back, n-gga, ’cause i might take your f-ckin’ soul
everclear up in my system, but my blood runs ice cold
the tales that you heard of givin’ [?] crypt
keepin’ it [?] chop the mic, sn-tch your body ’cause it’s gettin’ deep

[verse 4: red dogg]
every time i close my eyes, a vision pops into my mind
evil thoughts connects the dot, i grab my glock and set afire
a n-gga with a mastermind, you never heard a thing like this
i’m the type of n-gga that’ll beat your d-ck off with a stick
9 millimeter c-cked, ready to pop and drop these hoes
n-gga constantly talkin’ junk, mane, these n-ggas must don’t know
demons creepin’ while they’re sleepin’, then i grab my f-ckin’ yawk
bullets start to dump [?] while i drop these f-ckin’ punks
eighty percent of these n-ggas are scared
twenty percent of these n-ggas are dead
when i pump my f-ckin’ lead, them b-tches headed for the med
[verse 5: both, lil grimm, redd dogg]
one two, come for you
three four, lock your door
five six, crucifix
seven eight, comin’ from the lake
nine ten, mac 10, aimin’ at you and your friend
eleven twelve, meet your death
(creepin’ to my chamber, five bodies there)

[verse 6: red dogg]
that’s the definition of a nine with them seventeen shots
pop pop pop, you’ll get dropped
you got caught with my nine glock
me and my n-gga grimm got a point that we must get across
devil sh-t, that’s my idol, chapters of the ghostwriters

[hook: scanman]
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun
busta b-tch, test this sh-t, i unload the pistol clip
terror stang, swiftly done, then i blow smoke from my gun

[outro: lil grimm, red dogg]
yeah, lil grimm up in this mothaf-cka
i wanna say what’s up to my n-gga pokey
malcolm in this b-tch, boney mack
my n-gga [?] white, everybody in the woods in this life
know what i’m sayin’? whoever down with this sh-t
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’?
red dogg in this mothaf-cka
kickin it with my n-gga shawty pimp
all my mothaf-ckin’ n-ggas down in binghampton, lbg
and we up out this b-tch, yeah, n-gga

- teflon memphis

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