Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Magic, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Black Magic |
Black magic, night walker (Yeah) |
She haunts me like no other (Feel like) |
Nobody told me (I don't know) love is pain, oh (I know we just met) |
Black magic, dark water (But it's like) |
Surrounds me like no other (It's like I know you better than anyone) |
She's got my heart in chains |
We're volatile, I can't call it, though |
It's like too large a peg, and too small a hole (Yeah) |
But she cheats and I catch her like the common cold (Sneeze) |
Last time, I broke her collar bone, she's intolerable (Yeah) |
All I know is that the sex is phenomenal, though |
We're an unlikely pair (Yeah) |
Like two different Nike Airs |
But I'm the same size she wears (Jordans) |
So I think we're soulmates though (Yeah) |
People don't like us together, but like we care (Not me, not me) |
Yeah, but God strike me dead (Yeah) |
She knows that I would walk over hot coals |
For her with both of my feet bare (Yeah) |
But soon as I ask to hit (Ask to hit) |
It's like she grabs a switch (Grabs a switch) |
And turns me over her knee |
'Cause my ass is whipped, yeah |
And I got her back, but I'm spineless (Yeah) |
So when she stabs me in mine (Yeah) |
It's like I just can't feel the knife (What?) |
As she pokes, jabs it, and slices |
One minute, she'll build me up (Up) |
The next, she'll push me 'round |
Probably why she calls me "dumbbell" |
She lifts me up (Yeah), then puts me down (Huh) |
But I am under her thumbnail |
I must be under her spell |
It's like lookin' right into a gun barrel |
But none of these hoes can fuck with my girl |
She got that— |
Black magic, night walker |
She haunts me like no other |
Nobody told me love is pain, oh |
Black magic, dark water |
Surrounds me like no other |
She's got my heart in chains |
We wake up, break up, make up like Maybelline |
Now she's all made up like make-believe |
Probably why she's so fake to me |
But what the fuck's it gonna take for me to make her see? |
Strip her naked and take her keys |
I been plannin' this day for weeks |
But I can't tell if I'm 'wake or 'sleep |
But if this is actually happenin', "sucker for pain" |
I'm stuck in this radioactive pattern |
But her by her motherfuckin' hair's |
All I "imagine draggin'" (Dragon) |
She lunges, attacks, and scratches |
But I ain't gonna stand for that shit |
Like Kaep for the National Anthem |
As I stab, I'm laughin' |
So much for witchcraft and magic |
Abracadabra that, bitch |
No turnin' back, I'm blackin' |
As I say farewell to the love of my life, I cut and I slice |
I give her one last hug goodbye |
Wipe the blood off my butterfly knife |
Watch her fuckin' die right in front of my eyes |
But in hindsight |
Think I just wanted to see what her insides look like |
As I pop another five Vic's |
That's what this high's like |
Look down, there's mud on my Nikes |
Shovel at my side, blood on my mic |
Now wake up to Music To Be Murdered By like— |