Graveyard Productions
Black Magic
[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***a see, 'cause these n***as 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***a 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 motherfuckin' domes, told you hoes to leave me alone
Quiet n***a 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 fucking chainsaw
Snatch a bitch real quick, take her to my nearest ditch
Hi my name is Grimm, welcome to my crucifix
It's a fucking graveyard, creepin' with the no light
Quick to kill a n***a with no trigger fucking sight
But I'm kind of fucked 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 fucking lighter?
Just page one of the chapters of the ghostwriter
[Verse 2: Red Dogg]
N***as come to my graveyard, n***as 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 shit, all at the same time
Wicked fucking crucifix, them demons creeping through the night
With the fucking 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 fucking heads off (?)
Drain they bloods out from their neck, I do this shit for self-respect
When I kill a bitch you know that a n***a got to keep his motherfucking rep
Motherfucking Glock is cocked, I pop and drop them fuckin' tricks
Sometimes I think of suicide, just kill myself so fuck this shit
Take my fucking balls out there, I lock myself in the closet bitch
Reminisce on how I murder n***a, shot 'em in the dick
Is it them n***as that or is it them demons telling me to go commit all these crimes
N***as with triggers, them cocaine dealers ------------------
------- just thinking of homicide mixed with the suicide
So I go kill a ----- wassup Lil' Grimm (My n***a don't know)
Should I go ------ (Just stanging that ho)
I stang on the bitch -----------------
-------------------- before I get mad
------------------------ to his head
Like I said just before, these n***as must don't know me well
And I cock the hammer back, them bullets hit your fucking skull
Evil showin' me the truth they telling me what's right or wrong
Telling me who's about to live and n***as ---- hair and bones
Fire is in my heart because them n***as 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 bitches' head, we (?) them hoes be dead
Only with the infrared, now them n***as good as dead
N***as 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***as talking petty shit
Step up to a n***a if you wanna see some fucking sport
Yes my graveyard is made for you suckas traitin' hard
Yes you fucking suckas can say what you want about the Grimm
But P-U-N-K no my n***a 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***as ready to kill, still trill n***a don't feel
The Darkside coming up and you know Lil' Grimm made a deal
So watch your back n***a 'cause I might take your fucking 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***a with a mastermind you never heard a thing like this
I'm the type of n***a that will beat you dead off with a stick
9 millimeter cocked, ready to pop and drop these hoes
N***a constantly talking junk, maine these n***as must not know
Demons creepin' while they sleepin', then I grab my fucking yawk
Bullets start to drop ------ while I drop these fucking punks
Eighty percent of these n***as are scared
Twenty percent of these n***as are dead
When I pump my fuckin' lead them bitches 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 shit, that's my idle, chapters of the ghostwriter