Murdavision - Ouija Macc

They say get em'

Ima get em

Voices talking

Ima listen

Just a medium

Wicced rhythm

On a mission

Murdervision

Cocc bacc and I pop bacc

You got bad aim then just stop that

I ventilate you little bad hashes you sound like you met a blacc cat

I cook dope like a meth lab in the studio with a hazmat

My nuclear toxic dump melt your face where my stash at

Lil bitch where the cash at

My shawty gon' grab that

My lap where her ass at

She kiss me then pass that

I have no reflection I’m taking direction from something beyond this pathetic

dimension

Their teaching me lessons my body a vessel for messages further than my

comprehension

I roll up a blunt and get fucced up as hell and feel something take over my

conscious

Suddenly I am unstoppable

Fuccing and Killing are my only options

I blacc out and wake up on stage in the middle of everyone rippin' it

Everyone moshing

I’m used to confusion

I have no illusion

I’m chosen so this should be happening often

I pass out and wake up again out of nowhere I’m getting some head in my coffin

I don’t know what happened

I followed the voices

They got me so won’t they be talking?

I got em

I was born to get it poppin'

40 on me get it poppin'

Call me Orville Reddenblocca

Corny motherfucca pop him