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Cast spell like a wiccan wiccan wiccan
What's a goat to a chicken
Know the clock be a ticking ticking ticking
And the plot getting thicker oh
Weapon

to your Door

Give it to Dicken Dicken Dicken Dicken is Wiccan Wiccan Wiccan uh
Dicken Dicken Dicken my man Dicken Dicken Dicken of of the moors

He's a man

The sky's lit
Stars shining
I feel the energy
The Goddess calls me
I come running
Calling me back to thee
A wiccan priestess
Casting her magic
Can

Hey, all you bitches play with black magic like some wiccan hoes
She's an angel with some horns, but I'm kinda into those
Crystals on her necklace,

a headlight with no place to hide

Here's the answer 
Just come inside
With the right friends 
No need to hide
Wiccan those words hurt a lot less now
Wiccan

Wiccan Rede

Bide the Wiccan laws ye must,
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust;
Live you must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give;
Cast

Wiccan witch, you tore my heart away
Under spells, I want you to this day
No remorse, you took it all from me
Feel your pain, even when you're miles

All black like my soul in the trap
Bankai whip, with the Bankai strap
Yeah I love the way it claps
Bend that ass back
Wiccan love chants
Eyes like

Listen the story of the wiccan
Hair like fire and eyes like the sky
Knowledge's her greatest adventure
She is a lover of nature and black river skin

station, your new job's procreation

You're a woman of a certain age
You're a witch of a certain age
You're a Wiccan of a certain age

It's biology
God knows

coming to an end
So says me, me Wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle

Winter's breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips

on the bus
I don't give a fuck what anyone assumes
I wish I could make contact
Why do opposites attract?

All the Wiccan girls were pretending that they had

wiccan eyes to call 'em 
The marble statues pose below me 
And bring the lips about here 

I wanna know what you're thinkin' bout, baby 
I wanna know where

a match and rub the ash up on my chin to catch the dust
Synesthesia was a symptom of my

I'm a Wiccan & I spit gematria
Little Lazarus
Is rigorous & really

Become sinister

In the convent
Nuns become hell-bent
And must repent
When eating the cursed condiments
Every Wiccan's
Pulse races and quickens
As the plot

sicker than the Masons in pastry dishes I'm vicious the wickedest wiccan of the west
You suspicious the slickest scum of the nest
If I ride tonight
I'm

Take a burning punk
An' that voodoo junk
Take a step in line
For that hoodoo rite

Or take a one hit stick
On a boukan trip
Raise a wiccan sigh

head regretful thoughts these walls became my cell
The Wiccan whispered in my ear she got my mind under her spell
My mind under her spell
I just wanna

wicked wiccan cooking in the cauldron
Witches brew made from strange fruit down in Fulsome
Vultures are circling the remnants of the culture
Bodies of work

of the heathen
The night it thickens - black Wiccans
Tick-tock, our heart skips a beat and
You take a second to breathe in and then our energies deepen

WICCAN ON THE FLOW 
OH SO ORIGINAL 
AND IF YOU DIDN’T 
NOW YOU KNOW 
NOW YOU KNOW 
BLACK WICCAN ON THE FLOW 
OH SO ORIGINAL 
AND IF YOU DIDN’T 
NOW YOU

wiccan he did devour
He'll grow in strength, in size and power

Until one day upon his back
He'll sprout wings, a fearsome pack
With each meal Gila

The Jam

Larry Graham

The Best of Larry Graham and Graham Central Station, Vol. 1

1996

box y'all
My name is C-H-O-C-L-A-T, chocolate

Oh solikai, I am Wenual, they call me the Wiccan
I am not one of you, I will like to make you one

wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read Genesis
'Cause