Body Count Black Voodoo Sex
While ago I told y'all a story about me down in New Orleans meetin' an old lady with a voodoo doll
Well there's more to that story
She had a daughter
Way down in New Orleans
I met this voodoo queen
Finest bitch I ever seen
A human sex machine
A walking wet dream
She said she wanted me
She said: come here boy
I show you how to do this right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna f..ck you all night
She took me back to her crib, cold, dark and scarry
Connected to a cemetery
A thousand candles lit
I couldn't f..ckin' breathe
And then she pushed up against me
And said: come here, boy
I show you how to do this right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna f..ck you all night
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No, no, no
Please God help me!
She pushed me back in the bed
Her sheets with blood red
Then she chanted some voodoo shit
She climbed on top of me
And then she started to sweat
Her body was soaking wet
She said: come here boy
I show you how to do this right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna f..ck you all night
Ey yo, hold on! Ey, whoa whoa whoa, what the f..ck is...
Is that a knife? That's a knife?
What is that?
Is that shit real blood?
Is that real blood?
Yo yo, hold on, bitch you're crazy
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