[Intro]
Whether drawn in flour on flat ground or traced in the air
The sign of the crossroads is always the juncture
Where communication between worlds is established
Where the traffic of energy and forces between them is set up
[Verse 1: Big Hoodoo]
I own a book, handwritten
Only one in the whole damn mitten
Black leather bindings ancient
All them other replica's ain't shit
It smells of death with a hint of garlic
I dropped it once it blood stained the carpet
It talks to me as I turn the pages
Every one that owned it died I'm courageous
Taught me how to bend a spoon with my mind
And now I can twist the head off a spine
I throw knives that don't really exist
Yet they split a body up into kibbles and bits
[Bridge: Big Hoodoo]
I'm cryptic hoodoo doomed in time
And when I die you can summon me through these rhymes
I deal with the dead and make a promise or two
In return they grant me the power of hoodoo
Whether drawn in flour on flat ground or traced in the air
The sign of the crossroads is always the juncture
Where communication between worlds is established
Where the traffic of energy and forces between them is set up
[Verse 1: Big Hoodoo]
I own a book, handwritten
Only one in the whole damn mitten
Black leather bindings ancient
All them other replica's ain't shit
It smells of death with a hint of garlic
I dropped it once it blood stained the carpet
It talks to me as I turn the pages
Every one that owned it died I'm courageous
Taught me how to bend a spoon with my mind
And now I can twist the head off a spine
I throw knives that don't really exist
Yet they split a body up into kibbles and bits
[Bridge: Big Hoodoo]
I'm cryptic hoodoo doomed in time
And when I die you can summon me through these rhymes
I deal with the dead and make a promise or two
In return they grant me the power of hoodoo
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