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When most people think about Wiccans, they think of devil worship, black magic, and curses
After all, don't Wiccans worship a horned god and cast spells
Where does the idea of Wiccans worshipping the devil come from, and why are some people
So afraid of Wiccans? So, how did Wicca become associated with devil worship
Wiccan to the dome, you can catch me sightseeing Bullets in your head, and the red look grimy
Insane, nigga, I be all in my fields Hoping on a block, but this ain't hard as steel
Full metal jacket, and the bullets are real And when I'm on the block, I ain't aiming for shit
So if I hit your mom's bed, I don't wear the blimp
You grew a bunch of hoes, and I don't need no pimp
Wiccan in the mind is the evil in my thoughts Talking to myself in the mirror, of course
Spirits never lie, so they keep me on my path
So if you in my way, you can jump up and pass
Awaken the spirit, walking through the door Staring from the darkness, what's he staring for
He drew wounds on thousands, when you weren't prepared
He sends you to the blackness, Wicca doesn't care
I talk to spirits because nobody wants me I don't care if any of these things will haunt me
Sitting in the dark at four o'clock with the doors locked Spin backwards, talk to the warlocks
Backwards, dreams shall open portals My sigil in the day makes souls immortal
It holds the power of the whole universe I can blink and put you nerds to the dirt
Crucify Nazis to a soul of loss Burn them in the name of soul of a older god
Then pray to the maiden, mother in crown To bring the heart of my love for home
God talks to me through classroom posters In my dreams, reading bible poems
That shit could convert me to Christ Cause dreams are just death thwarted with light
Like Chris Cornell, I'm in a Jesus Christ pose
Swinging from a rope on a ceiling light post
The seven seal of God's not stopping this I contact the mind as it calls apocalypse
Awaken the spirit, walking through the dark Staring from the darkness, what's he staring for
He dreams on thousands when you weren't prepared He sends you to the blackness, Wicca doesn't care
Awaken the spirit, walking through the dark Staring from the darkness, what's he staring for