Witch Tongue

[Verse 1: Madd Maxxx]
Walkin' slowly up Gallows Hill
Centuries have passed by but the soil is hallowed still
Cook the meat and let the tallow spill
Occupying spaces light never graces and only shadows fill (shadows fill)
The witches' tongues touch me, it corrupts me
I will commit any actions which it instructs me, I must be under its spell
Fuck it, I'll say that makes me lucky
Then again I'm the kind of guy that wishes aliens would abduct me
Chubby like Pugsley and bitches love me
On the mic do it like him and Wednesday straight 'til the stage is bloody
Therе ain't much you can say to me cuddy
'Cause music damn sure ain't madе me rich but trust when I say I'm making money (making money)
Crossing my crew is compelling goons
Who repping Mission : Infect, my denizens spell it in runes
In Salem off with the ergot, hand-to-hand with the devil
Steady walking down Essex, faded ladies painted like Sheri Moon

[Verse 2: Stray]
Ooh! Dissatisfied with the consequences of what I mentioned
A southward shadow approaches, making my grand entrance
I got a bet with a priest, I'll detach the head of a reverend
And watch the carcass decay before ever reaching heaven
Sunday brunches with Bridget Bishop, we often wonder
How many basic bitches claim they spawned of unholy mothers
You fuckers nothing but parties to whores
You only smother yourself in the idea you're something more than just a Goth Girl Summer
Bitch please I've seen better schemes on a silver screen
Witch tongue making you scream louder than Jamie Lee
Tame the beat! Ergot got you tripping if you think I'll need
More than one reason to muster up a use for my guillotine
And I promise I never miss, come on and give it a kiss
Summon upon what you wish but bet it upon both my wrists
That nothing happens as time elapses
This New England horror story exists and your final scene is the main attraction

[Verse 3: James Joyce The Squatch]
Who need enemies? My pals are the foulest friends
Blunts I'll smoke sage from holy ladies and talismans
On the prowl again, guap from your pockets surrendered
This Hell make a face melt like Toxic Avenger
Bizarre ride into the dark side of Squatch's adventure
My witches they crystal boofers who shoppin' at Spencer's
All authentic and all raw arsenic
These thoughts of amazement, y'all lost in it
Truth's painful, staying dangerous, entertainment I aim to bring
Hell's Kitchen recipes, deep frying some angel wings
Hungry for more but full of disgust
Matador skills how I deal with bull for the rush
Mainly it's plain to see I ain't like the rest
Elevate myself beyond heaven while they stressing on they flight of steps
Only work for what works for me and that's life and death
Can't overstay my welcome, I ain't an invited guest

[Outro: James Joyce The Squatch]
But we here now
And I ain't going away, they...
Witch tongue, witch tongue, witch tongue, witch tongue, witch tongue...