[Intro]
Welcome to Camelot Mansion… the haunted remix.
You know what time it is…
I ain't afraid of no ghost — but ghosts afraid of me.
[Background choir]
Smacked a Djinn…
Smacked a Djinnnnnn!
[Verse 1]
Pulled up lookin’ fly in the moonlight beam,
Saw a shadow movin’ slick like a nightmare dream.
Said, “Who there?” — it said “Chief Djinn…”
I said “Well, tell that punk I came to win!”
Walked in smooth, beard grab on lock,
Told him “You got five seconds 'fore I rock this block!”
He levitated — tried to hiss like a snake,
Till my backhand slap caused a supernatural quake!
[Chorus]
Smacked a Djinn! Right in the mouth!
Now the whole undead tryna move down south!
Even Lucifer ducked when I pulled up bold,
Diddy don't sweat — I just strike gold!
Smacked a Djinn! (Say what?)
Took his crown! (It’s mine now!)
Threw his robe on the ground, wore it like a gown!
Don’t cross Diddy, that’s your final sin,
I made ghosts pay rent — now let that begin!
[Verse 2]
Phone rang twice, line glowed red,
Lucifer yellin’, “What’s wrong with your head?!”
I said “Your boy disrespected my flow,
So I smacked his face into another plateau!”
He said “This ain't right!” I said “This ain't fair?
I dropped hits while your kingdom grows stale air!”
Told him, “Check the charts — I got holy clout,
And your demon army? I just kicked ‘em out!”
[Bridge]
Yo Diddy did what no priest could do!
Gave the Djinn a five-star barbecue!
Even demons got his autograph now,
Hell’s got his mixtape — playin' it loud!
[Verse 3]
Now I got the keys to the haunted gate,
Rebranded Hell as my weekend estate.
Pool full of spirits, DJs in chains,
Even demons pop bottles, tryna forget their shame!
I built a nightclub right on cursed ground,
Called it "Club Eternal", with a devilish sound.
Servin’ holy shots and infernal gin,
And guess who’s mop boy? That Djinn with a grin!
[Final Chorus]
Smacked a Djinn! (Whooo!)
Blood on the floor!
Diddy walkin’ out like a myth and lore!
No holy water — just holy flex,
Even reapers askin’ “Yo, Diddy, what’s next?!”
Smacked a Djinn! (Pow!)
Ghosts look shook!
Told 'em “Y’all seen that?” Write it in the book!
From Camelot Mansion to the gates of sin —
Let ‘em know… who smacked that Djinn!
[Outro – Spoken]
Yeah…
Lit a cigar with a $100 bill…
While the Chief Djinn cryin’ in a corner still…
I don’t just make hits — I make legends.
You feel that?
That’s the sound of fear… leavin’ the building.
Eliah_Jay
