[Intro: Sample]
These are the secrets of a lost art. For the very first time we're going to show you Wizards and Warlocks of olden times
[Verse 1: Wildcard]
Telekinetics ain't strong enough to move me, two tsunami's couldn't do me
Plus I'm prominently promisin' I'm ominous and moody
Like a comet when he's shootin, bombin' on the run and cruisin'
With some hydroponic chronic marijuana in his hoopty
An anomaly abusin' a conglomerate of groupies
Like piranhas now you honor with klonopin and roofies
And I'll dominate a booty like it's Monica Bellucci's
Make her p**y walls collapse, I'm Osama to the coochie
I'm Obama to this music, it's too f**ed to change now
Grow a novocaine emotion flow, and throwin' flames out
Plus my voltage and velocity will blow your brains out
Just like Superman if he had came in Lois Lane's mouth
No one colder came, to go through pain and soak up game now
Known to blow your frame, you broke a tank and cobra came out
Hope this music sh** finally pays off and I make checks
Or I'm stuck in drug stores buyin' sh** to make meth, motherf**er
[Interlude]
Practitioners of Solomon's magic are not Satanists who make pacts with the Devil, they are spiritual explorers in the deep caverns of the mind
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Mind Torture
Make a House of Pain out your brain
And when the scalpel shave it's redder than a Falcon's game
Douse out the flames with turpentine I work for [mine]
Why I need a biscuit this razor will murk you fine
Time to get nice it feels right that I'm a boss
Autograph tracks with my signature flow (of course)
All I need is a 30 minute TV ad
Before and after pictures naked b**hes tokin' weed sacks
With the seat back in the Audi A8
My EPK is mean with PPK's and dead presidents face paint
The feds knock pictures but they throw the book at me
So I'm Sasquatch, see me get a good look at me (that's him!)
Your Commodore-64 raps are under process
I'm the W.O.P.R. mainframe from War Games here to play chess
Get gas, yeah the hunt is on
Twin shotty so don't need to know which side the pump is on
[Interlude]
These are the secrets of a lost art, by which Wizards and Warlocks of olden times evoked Holy Angels and evil lesser spirits
[Verse 3: Wildcard]
Bi-polar, cold and hot, cold as Minnesota twat
Colder than a kid who took the safety off a loaded Glock
Rode a lot, globe i trott
Thinkin' 'bout the shows I rocked
Strange b**hes all in my bed like f**in' Goldie Locks
No one's got sh** on Dirty Version I'm serious
I'm accustomed to custom and I say f** just to hear the sh**
And I'm crushing you f**ers and leave' you stuck in delirium
Throw the towel in, like we 'bout to f** on her period
[Exit: Wildcard]
Oh! What the f**! (I'm sorry!) that's my mom's favorite beach towel! (I didn't know) You gotta tell me when this sh** is going on man it looks like I smashed a Jelly Roll in my face! (Celph: Hahaaa, what is your problem) *laughing*