Black Magic

[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 nigga see, 'cause these niggas run their lip
Evil spirits cast a spell now it's running through my head
Just look up in the sky, oh shit what do I see
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Demons comin' up to me
[?] got that skunk, one nigga 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 motherfuckin' domes, told you hoes to leave me alone
Quiet nigga in the corner, but I keep my big black tone
While I'm in the corner yes I'm dazed into my cruise of thought
Slice that hoe, looking at me with my fucking chainsaw
Snatch a bitch real quick, take her to my nearest ditch
Hi my name is Grimm, welcome to my crucifix
It's a fucking graveyard, creepin' with the no light
Quick to kill a nigga with no trigger fucking sight
But I'm kind of fucked up, damn I can't think straight
Red Dogg help me through this misery because I'm losin' faith
Having 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
Having suicidal thoughts, should I grab my fucking lighter?
Just page one of the chapters of the ghostwriter

[Verse 2: Red Dogg]
Niggas come to my graveyard, niggas ran my fence up
Reading 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 shit, all at the same time
Wicked fucking crucifix, them demons creeping through the night
With the fucking 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, damn I know I'm going numb
Bloody body scattered shattered into pieces just like (pizza? [?])
Me and Grimm are snatching fucking heads off [?]
Drain they bloods out from their neck, I do this shit for self-respect
When I kill a bitch you know that a nigga got to keep his motherfucking rep
Motherfucking Glock is cocked, I pop and drop them fuckin' tricks
Sometimes I think of suicide, just kill myself say "fuck this shit"
Take my fucking balls out there, I lock myself in the closet bitch
Reminisce on how I murder nigga, shot 'em in the dick
Is it them niggas that or is it them demons telling me to go commit all these crimes
Niggas with triggers, them cocaine dealers [?]
[?] just thinking of homicide mixed with the suicide
So I go kill a guy, wassup Lil' Grimm (My nigga don't know)
Should I get that bitch? (Go stang on that ho)
I stang on them bitches and leave em in ditches [?]
I gotta stay [?] before I get mad
[?] to his head
Like I said just before, them niggas must don't know me well
And I cock the hammer back, them bullets hit your fucking skull
Evil showin' me the truth they telling me what's right or wrong
Telling me who's about to live and niggas [?] herring bone
Fire is in my yalk because them niggas try to test me this
Head just start to spin around my shoulders like The Exorcist
Red Dogg [?], he's got my back",[?] with that fire sack
Grimm's be cutting bitches' head, Sweet Talk fill them hoes with lead
Only with the infrared, now them niggas good as dead
Niggas bet not steal our title, chapters of the ghostwriter

[Verse 3: Lil' Grimm]
Black Magic, voodoo power, cast a spell upon these tricks
Yes I'm kind of crazy since you niggas talking petty shit
Step up to a nigga if you wanna see some fucking sport
Yes my graveyard is made for you suckas traitin' hard
Yes you fucking suckas can say what you want about the Grimm
But P-U-N-K no my nigga 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 niggas ready to kill, still trill nigga don't feel
The Darkside coming up and you know Lil' Grimm made a deal
So watch your back nigga 'cause I might take your fucking soul
Everclear up in my system but my blood runs ice cold
The tales that you heard of [?] crypt
Keeping it [?] chop the mic, snatch your body 'cause it's getting weak

[Verse 4: Red Dog]
Everytime I close my eyes, a vision pops into my mind
Evil thoughts connects the dot, I grab my Glock and set afire
A nigga with a mastermind you never heard a thing like this
I'm the type of nigga that will beat you dick off with a stick
9 millimeter cocked, ready to pop and drop these hoes
Nigga constantly talking junk, mane these niggas must not know
Demons creepin' while they sleepin', then I grab my fucking yawk
Bullets start to drop [?] while I drop these fucking punks
Eighty percent of these niggas are scared
Twenty percent of these niggas are dead
When I pump my fuckin' lead them bitches headin' for the med

[Verse 5: Lil' Grimm & Red Dog]
One two, come for you
Three four, lock your door
Five six, crucifix
Seven eight, coming from the lake
Nine ten, MAC 10, aiming at you and your friend
Eleven twelve, meet your death
(Creepin' to my chamber [?] )

[Verse 6: Red Dogg]
That's the definition of a nine with them seventeen shots
Pop pop pop, you get dropped, you get caught, right on that block
[?] got a point that we must get across
Devil shit, that's my idol, chapters of the ghostwriter