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Southwest Voodoo song lyrics - Insane Clown Posse music

Insane Clown Posse - Southwest Voodoo lyrics
  • track 6 of 16, total running time
  • album The Great Milenko
  • released in 1997
  • produced by
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Southwest Voodoo
(vocal ad lib)
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic.
Ray kay shay, shooga-booga ba, southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo doped up killa!
Magic, dark magic, yo.
(end chorus)
Met this kid named louie lou,
He thought he could fuck with this voodoo.
So I turned his head into a lima bean,
And then flicked it off his shoulderseeping!
From mookan house to shangra la,
Egyptian pharohs, kumpa-ta.
Follow me, and join us as we pray,
To the seventeen moons of kunga delray.
Walked in the luchroom chantin' spells,
With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells,
Got my own food, who wants some?
I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue.
A non-believer once started to laugh,
So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass!
Then everybody heard him squeal,
This voodoo shit's for real!
It just takes:
A head from a newt, a wing from a bat,
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat,
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow,
And a little itty-bitty itty drip of faygo!
(end pre-chorus)
Gripped out fauna on a windy night,
Ya see voodoo scribblins in the moonlight,
Painted all on the city street,
It's the ancient craft of gang-bangin'!
Hey! j! what's in the bag?
A shrunken head, and shrivled scrotum sac!
Why? ya think voodoo's fake?
Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake.
Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba.
Sleep no longer, raise, quick!
Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba,
Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!
Well, fuck it, I ain't that done yet,
But one day you can bet I'm a freak! (w/echo)
We'll make the whole world dance with the dead,
And just like my homey said, it only takes,
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic,
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic,
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic,
I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick ya nuts!
(chorus)(w/vocal as lib)

And now, the flying fritz brothersee
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