Imaginarium

damn bitch your mother is weird (Verse 1) Damn, bitch, your mother is weird, Creepin’ through the shadows, got the whole block feared, Whispers in the alley, she’s the ghost of the night, Eyes like a hawk, ready to take flight. (Verse 2) Got her lurking in the corner, man, it’s kinda strange, Talkin’ to the walls, like they’re part of her range, Voodoo in her pocket, spells in her mind, Mixing up the chaos, leaving sanity blind. (Verse 3) She’s the queen of the dark, with a twisted crown, Every little secret, she’s the talk of the town, Cackles in the silence, echoes in the void, In a world full of noise, she’s the one they avoid. (Verse 4) Damn, bitch, your mother’s a beast, Runnin’ through the shadows while the light’s deceased, In a game of chess, she’s the queen on the board, Watch your back, kid, she’s the one you can’t afford.