They call me Mr. Queeja Man master of the unseen force
And I can make a bloody potion with your body of course
I rip them limbs off but mostly use your eyeballs and your toes
Cause those are the ones I chose to put in my goblet the most
Whoa
Get a muthafucka with a gun in hand
Cause he don't understand
I come from under the sands
Of Egypt man, it's not so freakish man
So try it
You can shoot your bullets at me but they go right through
And I take a deep breath and I seal the wound
So what the dickens-izzy I cause suspicion quickly
I'll let your girly lick me only if she dead and sickly
I let my blood flow into the mouth of the sand
Creating a tornado and then I watch it dance
Call me Mr. Queeja Man
I can make your visions exist and
I can dance with the spirits in the endless abyss
Call me Mr. Queeja Man
I can tell you secrets of the past and
At last my reflection is shattered and broken glass
Witness my sickness Many bitches claim that they're mystic
But the realistic of this is that I summon a ghost with a quickness
I've studied magic with the highest order of unspoken ones
And I've done wizardry with the light of the moon and sun
Children in their village play their game and ask me to come forth
Then they cry like bitches when I materialize upon their porch
Open their door Proceed to glide along the floor
Then show them visions of the after life and more of what we die for
I've drifted through Salem, I've seen the Unforgiven Forest
Chanted with the ?? and sing a cold Indian chorus
I felt the power of the mike within that grain of sand
Licking flames with my tongue as they danced in my hand
Call me Mr. Queeja Man
I can make your visions exist and
I can dance with the spirits in the endless abyss
Call me Mr. Queeja Man
I can tell you secrets of the past and
At last my reflection is shattered and broken glass
Mr. Queeja Man
Who is your god Mr. Queeja Man?
Queeja Man