They call me Mr. Queeja Man master of the unseen forcenAnd I can make a bloody potion with your body of coursenI rip them limbs off but mostly use your eyeballs and your toesnCause those are the ones I chose to put in my goblet the mostnWhoanGet a muthafucka with a gun in hand nCause he don't understandnI come from under the sandsnOf Egypt man, it's not so freakish mannSo try itnYou can shoot your bullets at me but they go right through nAnd I take a deep breath and I seal the woundnSo what the dickens-izzy I cause suspicion quicklynI'll let your girly lick me only if she dead and sicklynI let my blood flow into the mouth of the sandnCreating a tornado and then I watch it dancennCall me Mr. Queeja MannI can make your visions exist and nI can dance with the spirits in the endless abyssnCall me Mr. Queeja MannI can tell you secrets of the past andnAt last my reflection is shattered and broken glassnnWitness my sickness Many bitches claim that they're mysticnBut the realistic of this is that I summon a ghost with a quicknessnI've studied magic with the highest order of unspoken onesnAnd I've done wizardry with the light of the moon and sunnChildren in their village play their game and ask me to come forthnThen they cry like bitches when I materialize upon their porchnOpen their door Proceed to glide along the floornThen show them visions of the after life and more of what we die fornI've drifted through Salem, I've seen the Unforgiven ForestnChanted with the ?? and sing a cold Indian chorusnI felt the power of the mike within that grain of sandnLicking flames with my tongue as they danced in my handnnCall me Mr. Queeja MannI can make your visions exist and nI can dance with the spirits in the endless abyssnCall me Mr. Queeja MannI can tell you secrets of the past andnAt last my reflection is shattered and broken glassnnMr. Queeja MannWho is your god Mr. Queeja Man?nQueeja Man