Black Magic lyrics

[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 n*gga see, 'cause these n*ggas run their lip
Evil spirits cast a spell now it's running through my head
Just look up in the sky y'all see what do I see
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Demons they comin' to (?) me
(?) got that skunk, one n*gga 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
Into motherf*ckin' domes, told you hoes to leave me alone
Quiet n*gga 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 f*cking chainsaw
Snatch a b*tch real quick, take her to my nearest ditch
Hi my name is Grimm, welcome to my crucifix
It's a f*cking graveyard, creepin' with the no light
Quick to kill a n*gga with no trigger f*cking sight
But I'm kind of f*cked 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 (?)
Having suicidal thoughts, should I grab my f*cking lighter?
Just page one of the chapters of the ghostwriter
[Verse 2: Red Dogg]
n*ggas come to my graveyard, n*ggas 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 sh*t, all at the same time
Wicked f*cking crucifix, them demons creeping through the night
With the f*cking 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 feeling cold
Bloody body scattered shattered into pieces just like (?)
Me and Grimm are snatching f*cking heads off (?)
Drain they bloods out from their neck, I do this sh*t for self-respect
When I kill a b*tch you know that a n*gga got to keep his motherf*cking rep
Motherf*cking Glock is c*cked, I pop and drop them f*ckin' tricks
Sometimes I think of suicide, just kill myself so f*ck this sh*t
Take my f*cking balls out there, I lock myself in the closet b*tch
Reminisce on how I murder n*gga, shot 'em in the di*k
Is it them n*ggas that or is it them demons telling me to go commit all these crimes
n*ggas with triggers, them cocaine dealers ------------------
------- just thinking of homicide mixed with the suicide
So I go kill a ----- wassup Lil' Grimm (My n*gga don't know)
Should I go ------ (Just stanging that ho)
I stang on the b*tch -----------------
-------------------- before I get mad
------------------------ to his head
Like I said just before, these n*ggas must don't know me well
And I c*ck the hammer back, them bullets hit your f*cking skull
Evil showin' me the truth they telling me what's right or wrong
Telling me who's about to live and n*ggas ---- hair and bones
Fire is in my heart because them n*ggas 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 b*tches' head, we (?) them hoes be dead
Only with the infrared, now them n*ggas good as dead
n*ggas bet not steal our title, chapters of the ghostwriter
[Verse 3: Lil' Grimm]
Black Magic, voodoo power, cast a spell upon the tricks
Yes I'm kind of crazy since you n*ggas talking petty sh*t
Step up to a n*gga if you wanna see some f*cking sport
Yes my graveyard is made for you suckas traitin' hard
Yes you f*cking suckas can say what you want about the Grimm
But P-U-N-K no my n*gga 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 n*ggas ready to kill, still trill n*gga don't feel
The Darkside coming up and you know Lil' Grimm made a deal
So watch your back n*gga 'cause I might take your f*cking soul
Everclear up in my system but my blood runs ice cold
The tales that you heard of -------------------
Keeping it --- chop the mic, snatch your body 'cause it's getting deeper

[Verse 4: Red Dog]
Everytime I close my eyes, the vision pops into my mind
Evil thoughts connects the dot, I grip my Glock and set up block
A n*gga with a mastermind you never heard a thing like this
I'm the type of n*gga that will beat you dead off with a stick
9 millimeter c*cked, ready to pop and drop these hoes
n*gga constantly talking junk, maine these n*ggas must not know
Demons creepin' while they sleepin', then I grab my f*cking yawk
Bullets start to drop ------ while I drop these f*cking punks
Eighty percent of these n*ggas are scared
Twenty percent of these n*ggas are dead
When I pump my f*ckin' lead them b*tches headin' for the med
[Verse 5: Lil' Grimm]
One two, come for you
Three four, lock your door
Five six, crucifix
Seven eight, -------
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 sh*t, that's my idle, chapters of the ghostwriter