Songtext The compleat witch von Vinnie Paz

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2020

The compleat witch

Ex-childs of Light, listen close, and listen clear!
You cannot stop me now, the seven points have come together! The Third Star has merged
For 18 days you have tortured me, (as of now!) (?)
Don’t you realize that any other mortal man would have fallen to you by now?! And every day -- my power! -- mhhh - fills!
But your power gets darkened and darker (?)

Yo chillin’ power hill with the pill press
Crack ourselves four mil cess, batch still fresh (?)
Drop the address all excess (?)
In the flesh we rockin’ hatches, them gases (?)
Spin on bags just little bath salt, acid asterisk (?)
The world's rocky, got the choppy all fucky in the lobby (?)
Leavin' my auntie at the restaurant-y (?)
With the joint lookin' like a shawnty (?)
Tipped on the cauty (?) paint the calendanty (?)
Skipped on the bounty
A hundred miles of county the way of my (?) surroundses (?)
(?) fountain out the house my physicals will doubt you (?)
Enemies will (offend) you wicked bitches sin you (?)
So I keep my favorite goon, tanks who'll put two in your (kinsel) (?)
You and your kin too, it's simple, niggas will sin you (?)

It’s crazy when the Benelli fires
It’ll stick you to the street like it’s Pirelli tires
We count money, ahki you can’t sneak a penny by us
My ahki’s on they deen, homie plenty pyres (?)
That’ll raise (??????)
One day at a time, Valerie Bertinelli
Rhyme is intricate designs, else is Schiaparelli
These 32 bullets is longer than Vermicelli
We was dumb high singin' Guantanamera
While I watched Cordiera with mi abuela
Ten times out of ten cowards will lose
You a vic and I had you comin’ out of your shoes
You as insecure homie, you as lonely inside
You ain’t got nobody, you ain’t got no homies to ride
This a bloodbath over here, furious wars
It’s banana clips everywhere, Curious George
Batiman!
Hijo de puta!

I can't take twelve more days of torture!
Because if I do, then the (pit) of Purple Haze will come
You talk about me being off the mainstream (?)
I see you carry the Old Egyptian ways around your finger
Haha - Haha - Hahaa - Hah

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Yo chillin’ power hill with the pill press
Crack ourselves four mil cess, batch still fresh (?)
Drop the address all excess (?)
In the flesh we rockin’ hatches, them gases (?)
Spin on bags just little bath salt, acid asterisk (?)
The world's rocky, got the choppy all fucky in the lobby (?)
Leavin' my auntie at the restaurant-y (?)
With the joint lookin' like a shawnty (?)
Tipped on the cauty (?) paint the calendanty (?)
Skipped on the bounty
A hundred miles of county the way of my (?) surroundses (?)
(?) fountain out the house my physicals will doubt you (?)
Enemies will (offend) you wicked bitches sin you (?)
So I keep my favorite goon, tanks who'll put two in your (kinsel) (?)
You and your kin too, it's simple, niggas will sin you (?)

It’s crazy when the Benelli fires
It’ll stick you to the street like it’s Pirelli tires
We count money, ahki you can’t sneak a penny by us
My ahki’s on they deen, homie plenty pyres (?)
That’ll raise (??????)
One day at a time, Valerie Bertinelli
Rhyme is intricate designs, else is Schiaparelli
These 32 bullets is longer than Vermicelli
We was dumb high singin' Guantanamera
While I watched Cordiera with mi abuela
Ten times out of ten cowards will lose
You a vic and I had you comin’ out of your shoes
You as insecure homie, you as lonely inside
You ain’t got nobody, you ain’t got no homies to ride
This a bloodbath over here, furious wars
It’s banana clips everywhere, Curious George
Batiman!
Hijo de puta!

I can't take twelve more days of torture!
Because if I do, then the (pit) of Purple Haze will come
You talk about me being off the mainstream (?)
I see you carry the Old Egyptian ways around your finger
Haha - Haha - Hahaa - Hah