作曲 : Madlib, Quasimoto (Put a curse on you) [Quasimoto] I do you like a witch doctor Triple hex put on your soul Ain't no one gonna stop the Torture I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll Lace you with some fire Rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl ****** with the loss gates I have ya burning in some hot water Put that *******t to 250 let it burn up hotter Why oh why oh why, did you have to slip Fall in my dungeon while I was trying to fly (Put a curse on you) [Quasimoto] I make your whole life backwards cause I'm the illa fiend Ready to put ya head in the guillotine Drilling clean All the way to the bone flesh up in 'em (Cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em) (goes to heaven you go) (rum and coke and *******) (and I tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too) [Madlib] Made the block gobble up ya future too And ya hit come up in the jones on you You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because (Put a curse on you) [Madlib] Now you can't see no beauty in your women folk too Plus you take da arm Put them on the line too Pimp get the behind Hit'cha get the mind (Put a curse on you) (May all your children end up junkies to) (Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce) (Your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too) (Put a curse on you) (Put a curse on you)
作曲 : Madlib, Quasimoto (Put a curse on you) [Quasimoto] I do you like a witch doctor Triple hex put on your soul Ain't no one gonna stop the Torture I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll Lace you with some fire Rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl ****** with the loss gates I have ya burning in some hot water Put that *******t to 250 let it burn up hotter Why oh why oh why, did you have to slip Fall in my dungeon while I was trying to fly (Put a curse on you) [Quasimoto] I make your whole life backwards cause I'm the illa fiend Ready to put ya head in the guillotine Drilling clean All the way to the bone flesh up in 'em (Cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em) (goes to heaven you go) (rum and coke and *******) (and I tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too) [Madlib] Made the block gobble up ya future too And ya hit come up in the jones on you You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because (Put a curse on you) [Madlib] Now you can't see no beauty in your women folk too Plus you take da arm Put them on the line too Pimp get the behind Hit'cha get the mind (Put a curse on you) (May all your children end up junkies to) (Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce) (Your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too) (Put a curse on you) (Put a curse on you)
