Lyrics:

Way down in New Orleans, yeah.I met this old lady,she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodooshe said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo)she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodooshe said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo)She had an old doll,she had a long shiny needle (Voodoo)she held the doll in the airit looked kinda like meshe took the needle,stuck it in its eye!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!My eye, bitch!OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch,and she still had the doll.She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo, (Voodoo)you wanna learn about Voodoo (Voodoo)She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. (Voodoo)she said she knew about VoodooShe held the doll in her hand (Voodoo)she had some long shiny scissors,she said some magic words (Voodoo)the doll looked more and more like meshe held the doll in the air (Voodoo)she took the scissors,cut off all its fingers!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!My fingers, bitch!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!Voodoo, VoodooVoodoo, VoodooSo if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah.You might meet an old ladyshe might have a dollit might look like you.Don't ask about the Voodoo (Voodoo)stay away from Voodoo (Voodoo)leave alone the Voodoo, (Voodoo)muthafuck the Voodoo.
Body Count Voodoo