Victims linin’ up, now they speakin’ to me

Stories on repeat like a broken CD

Playin’ dumb? Can’t you see? That you ain’t fooling me

I don’t need to deal the devil, that’s a fact, can’t you see (you see)

My oh my

Don’t even dare to try

Hi oh hi

I saw you with a guy

Thought it was my ex

But it was somebody else

You said that I’m the problem

But the problem is yourself

Chorus

Black magic, bitch, you wish you had it

Laugh at it, I’m waiting for the tragic

Sex addict, five guys in an attic

Black magic, time to make it public

Verse 2

Jumping friend to friend, it’s a cycle (a cycle)

But you call it love, nah, it’s recycled (recycled)

Actin’ innocent like a disciple (disciple)

But you touchin’ dick like it’s a rifle (a rifle)

You said that you the prettiest, nah, don’t kid (nah don’t kid)

It takes more than looks just to stand where I did (I did)

You said that I would fall off, but my money be lit (It’s lit)

You better shut the fuck up ‘bout the voodoo, bitch

I don’t believe in… (I don’t believe in)

Chorus

Black magic, bitch, you wish you had it

Laugh at it, I’m waiting for the tragic

Sex addict, five guys in an attic

Black magic, time to make it public

Outro

Bitchhhhh fuck your curse

To describe about you is not even enough for a verse

I’m what’s real

Your era’s done

(Wait wait wait… does she even have an era?)