I'd Rather Be Burned as a Witch

They say that I'm a witch and that I weaverspell Where my eyes to invite you, my lips to delight you And all the charms of the feminine wires to excite you And that I weaverspell when I'll be a son of a Hell you brother, I'd rather be burned as a witch As my songs twin ties you with verses of IZO

I'm all about bags of tricks to shoot We must fail when I'll be up It would be a fella who would never look at another It would be good and true and take care of you Sorry if you want another With my charms don't do you With my arms don't leave you As sex to hold your Weeba spell

Without a push to turn above Who will bring your life little joys Who is sweet and shy with a dead lie I'll take them in not the voice My eyes don't bite you, my lips do bite you