[Intro — pitched down, reverb, static] Black candles, black tongue Stir the pot till it overflow Ride that broom like you already know Witch house, bitch, we don’t go home [Verse 1] Got that coven in the basement, pentagram on the floor She whispering Latin while she drop to all fours Cauldron bubbling, thick like that shit between her thighs I ain’t casting love spells, I’m hexing her insides Broomstick between her legs, she floating off the ground Black lipstick on my dick, she swallowing the sound Moon blood on the sheets, she howling at the ceiling Ain’t no white magic here, this some real dark dealing She said “abracadabra” then she sat on my face Now I’m speaking in tongues from the back of her taste Pentacle necklace swinging while she bounce on the staff Ain’t no Salem here, this Atlanta after dark [Chorus] Witch house innuendo, she riding that stick Black magic pussy, got me under her hex Stirring that pot, she mixing up the sex Ain’t no potion stronger than what’s dripping down her legs Witch house innuendo, she riding that stick Black magic pussy, got me under her hex [Verse 2] Coven full of freaks, they all got that same stare Eyes rolled back, white, like they already in the air She pulling tarot cards then she pulling out my soul Told me “draw the Tower” then she swallowed me whole Ouija board saying “deeper,” so I listened to the plan Now her familiar’s watching while I bless the promised land She got that grimoire pussy, every page another sin I been writing in it all night with the tip of my pen Ain’t no crucifix gon’ save you when she start to chant She turn that little circle into a whole damn coven dance Black hat on, no clothes, just the smoke and the heat Witch house innuendo, she making the dead sit up and speak [Chorus] Witch house innuendo, she riding that stick Black magic pussy, got me under her hex Stirring that pot, she mixing up the sex Ain’t no potion stronger than what’s dripping down her legs Witch house innuendo, she riding that stick Black magic pussy, got me under her hex [Outro — slowed + chopped] Ride that broom… ride that broom… Hex me, hex me, don’t ever let me leave this room Black candles burning down to the wick Witch house innuendo… she still riding that stick
