[Intro – Teeth Grill Click + Thunder]
[Gold grills clack slowly]
Ma chère…
don’t smile at me unless you ready for hauntin’.
[808 detonates]
Louisiana done turned my pain decorative.
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[Verse 1]
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Voodoo teeth gleam in the candle smoke,
Smile look expensive but the soul stay broke.
Swamp-born villain in crocodile fabrics,
Move through the city like elegant static.
Mon Dieu, my flow got graveyard pollen,
Every bar smell like storms and coffins.
I got bourbon breath and prophecy eyes,
Whole aura scream “don’t trust this guy.”
Black river wisdom in my bloodstream,
Nightmares still wearin’ gold rings.
I talk slick ‘cause survival theatrical,
Pain made my charm supernatural.
Shorty from Baton Rouge kissed my chain,
Said:
“Baby, your spirit don’t feel tamed.”
I told her:
“Cher… neither do hurricanes.”
Then vanished into the fog again.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Brass]
🎶
Voodoo teeth flash in the night…
Gold fangs underneath moonlight.
Voodoo teeth grin too clean…
Pretty lies and haunted dreams.
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[Verse 2]
🎶
Flow swamp-heavy with sharp aggression,
Punchlines crawlin’ out resurrection.
I got mildew bars and velvet trauma,
Rap sound like luxury haunted.
Women love me ‘cause the danger poetic,
I speak fluent Southern aesthetics.
Funeral suits with alligator shoes,
Spirit exhausted but the drip immaculate.
I’m from where the dead get second lines,
And the pastors sip dark wine.
Where the crows know everybody secrets,
And the rain wash guilt incomplete.
My dawg said:
“You flex like you numb.”
I said:
“Nah, just Louisiana-grown.”
Then poured more liquor over old regrets,
Like the swamp ain’t collected yet.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The South don’t create monsters.
It create survivors…
stylish enough to hide the damage.
🎶
Black candles melt beside the tide…
Even ghosts got Southern pride.
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[Verse 3]
🎶
I got preacher posture and hustler habits,
Mind still dark though the checks gigantic.
Success only made the ghosts dress better,
Now my demons wear designer sweaters.
Still…
I thank God for the swamp though,
Pain gave rhythm to the convo.
Without Louisiana in my bloodstream—
these bars probably don’t mean nothin’.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
🎶
Voodoo teeth shine blood-red tonight…
Swamp-born soul beneath the lights.
Voodoo teeth still grin slow…
Louisiana never let me go.
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[Outro – Thunder + Laughing Faintly]
[Gold grills click one final time]
Bonsoir…
and keep your soul close around here.
