V1:

my house is haunted with a hostile conglomerate/of assorted ghosts and monsters/ and those who know wouldn't scoff at it//I know there's a portal open/my home is on top of it/if you doubt it come and hear my spirit box when I talk to it////I've seen felines pierce the veil and teleport through the daylight/I've seen equine rear they heads at hella orbs on the ley lines/Ask my father/ dude he's seen a chupacabra, like "Hijo de puta madre, chupa eso, pendejo, aqui es el mejor sangre"////

As a kid you will be unaware that rituals like "Bloody Mary"/ all contribute something scary/(to) something unseen/ all but tearing/Can he grab me--Candyman?/ He CAN/ and drag me down to where the oxygen and sand are married/ creature, truth, and man are buried//// Doesn't matter whether it's Catholic mass/confirmation/Christian baptism/ paddy-cake/Ouija/ television/There's a little bit of black magic in it//Secular heck ya learned/M.K. Ultra the whole fuckin village/ Yes I'm charismatic/feel it?/ There's a little bit of sex magick spillin'////

1st HOOK:

As I channel the past, I'm remembering I met her once, standing in darkness, I'm damn certain/ Or maybe what I'm so sure had to be a live apparition/ actually was a patch-in to a memory played back for me//The biggest lesson, to which I manifested an understanding truth hid when love was too black: the esoteric and the etheric peer in from time to time, but when you touch darkness, yo it touches you back////

When you touch darkness, yo it touches you back

V2: My next door neighbors are a coven of witches and warlocks/ OR government installation waiting on war to pop//and I do not know which option or possibility's more odd/ But either way these people party late, naked with the doors locked////Ghosts are a sore spot/ don't talk to me bout CuCuy/ dude he owes me 4 bucks/ and he's so not like he's in the movies/he ain't spooky, he a bitch/and he can't even get to me without a bag full of tricks////

As a teen you will be unaware the growing pangs of adolescence/ either give you psychic fruit to bare/ or else they might suppress it//Half of it's society, and half of it's you/if you accept the things they tell you, then the mind follows suit////Doesn't matter whether it's making friends, getting laid, dancin', rap producin'/volleyball champ /or acting ruthless/ there's a little bit of black magic to it//Secular beck and call/ to your furniture casting call/"ooh his music seduces me"/(yeah, cuz there's a little bit of sex magick to this////

2nd HOOK:

As a man in the present, I'm left with what's an overwhelming feeling what they're selling is death/and then again I stop and contemplate how every lost civilization thought the world was ending/but it ain't happened yet//The biggest take away I would never wager/ with all the do and say/(it's on my mother to that)/Fuck with your neighbor/take advantage of his good nature/ and your best course of action may be to cover your tracks////

cover your tracks

Fuck with your ego/feed your pride as if you're the eagle/both Egyptians and Mayans will tell you "cover your tracks"////

As a grownup you will feel betrayed, and more than that, manipulated/ moreso if you followed orders/ did your best to do what they said/ They don't want you brave enough to find a way to be awakened/ naked and afraid is how they want you in what they've created//// Doesn't matter whether it's closing deals, opening legs/blackjack/ gettin' that fetti/ Catchin' that yeti/ crammin' for the test/ yeah, there's a little bit of black magic present// Secular everything/ from the best head to bed restraints/ think that's cum on your face? Honey it ain't, it's just a little bit of sex magick resin////