Casting Spells
Im just a wiggity whacky wizard
Morphing into a lizard
Hanging suckers up by their chins and gizzards
Cuz I'm more cold-blooded than a Midwest blizzard
But not like Dairy Queen
Just take a look into my eyes and you will see just what I mean
When I give you my demonous stare
That'll make you change the color of your underwear
From whitey-tightie to brown
And no sir, I do not play around
Cuz I'm a funky mamma jamma
I say it loud and then proud, so why you bustas even trying?
Im the king of the mic
That's why they call me "The Lion"
Born from the sun
An astrological anomaly
Also known as "The Motherfucking One"
Like Neo
Oh yeah, baby
I cannot fake this
As I'm flipping, ripping and tripping time just like The Matrix
In perpendicular twines of parallel visions from a mastermind
That'll have you twice about stepping alone into my hazardous zone
Where I spin around bustas like a fucking cyclone
Leaving them spaced out like some mindless drone
While I'm forever ringing and singing like a treacherous tone
Casting spells
Sipping on mimosas and practicing Wingardium Leviosa
Levitating motherfuckers that are fucking with me
Cuz they don't understand
I got a wand in the palm of my hand,
And I've burned at the stake all across the land
They accuse me of being a witch
But I'm a wizard, creating fissures and cutting you down
With spells that slice like scissors
Don't go against me
Or I'll wear your armor down, til you've got no defenses
I'm better than the White, the Grey and both the Blues
I put the Brown under my shoes just like I'm stepping in shit
You better reckon with this, bitch
Or get clipped wings, like an eagle with no feathers
You should know better
Why would you bother?
You know I made a newt out of you mother and your father
You ain't got shit on me, Harry Potter
I'd squash Voldemort until he's bantha fodder
More mystical than Mark Hamill riding through the desert on a camel,
Wearing sandals, lighting candles for a seance
That wizard's just a crazy old coot with no front tooth
I'd have him down on his knees with no reason to pray on
Brewing up some bubbly sprite goo
Enhancing my enchantments and flying without a flight suit
Casting dark magic
Practicing pulling rabbits right out of my hat
"Tada!"
That's the trick, you little dumb shit
Morphing into a lizard
Hanging suckers up by their chins and gizzards
Cuz I'm more cold-blooded than a Midwest blizzard
But not like Dairy Queen
Just take a look into my eyes and you will see just what I mean
When I give you my demonous stare
That'll make you change the color of your underwear
From whitey-tightie to brown
And no sir, I do not play around
Cuz I'm a funky mamma jamma
I say it loud and then proud, so why you bustas even trying?
Im the king of the mic
That's why they call me "The Lion"
Born from the sun
An astrological anomaly
Also known as "The Motherfucking One"
Like Neo
Oh yeah, baby
I cannot fake this
As I'm flipping, ripping and tripping time just like The Matrix
In perpendicular twines of parallel visions from a mastermind
That'll have you twice about stepping alone into my hazardous zone
Where I spin around bustas like a fucking cyclone
Leaving them spaced out like some mindless drone
While I'm forever ringing and singing like a treacherous tone
Casting spells
Sipping on mimosas and practicing Wingardium Leviosa
Levitating motherfuckers that are fucking with me
Cuz they don't understand
I got a wand in the palm of my hand,
And I've burned at the stake all across the land
They accuse me of being a witch
But I'm a wizard, creating fissures and cutting you down
With spells that slice like scissors
Don't go against me
Or I'll wear your armor down, til you've got no defenses
I'm better than the White, the Grey and both the Blues
I put the Brown under my shoes just like I'm stepping in shit
You better reckon with this, bitch
Or get clipped wings, like an eagle with no feathers
You should know better
Why would you bother?
You know I made a newt out of you mother and your father
You ain't got shit on me, Harry Potter
I'd squash Voldemort until he's bantha fodder
More mystical than Mark Hamill riding through the desert on a camel,
Wearing sandals, lighting candles for a seance
That wizard's just a crazy old coot with no front tooth
I'd have him down on his knees with no reason to pray on
Brewing up some bubbly sprite goo
Enhancing my enchantments and flying without a flight suit
Casting dark magic
Practicing pulling rabbits right out of my hat
"Tada!"
That's the trick, you little dumb shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson "seabear" Richardson, Zachary "kang." Strohman
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