They call me Mr. Queeja Man master of the unseen force   And I can make a bloody potion with your body of course   I rip them limbs off but mostly use your eyeballs and your toes   Cause those are the ones I chose to put in my goblet the most   Whoa   Get a muthafucka with a gun in hand    Cause he don't understand   I come from under the sands   Of Egypt man, it's not so freakish man   So try it   You can shoot your bullets at me but they go right through    And I take a deep breath and I seal the wound   So what the dickens-izzy I cause suspicion quickly   I'll let your girly lick me only if she dead and sickly   I let my blood flow into the mouth of the sand   Creating a tornado and then I watch it dance      Call me Mr. Queeja Man   I can make your visions exist and    I can dance with the spirits in the endless abyss   Call me Mr. Queeja Man   I can tell you secrets of the past and   At last my reflection is shattered and broken glass      Witness my sickness Many bitches claim that they're mystic   But the realistic of this is that I summon a ghost with a quickness   I've studied magic with the highest order of unspoken ones   And I've done wizardry with the light of the moon and sun   Children in their village play their game and ask me to come forth   Then they cry like bitches when I materialize upon their porch   Open their door Proceed to glide along the floor   Then show them visions of the after life and more of what we die for   I've drifted through Salem, I've seen the Unforgiven Forest   Chanted with the ?? and sing a cold Indian chorus   I felt the power of the mike within that grain of sand   Licking flames with my tongue as they danced in my hand      Call me Mr. Queeja Man   I can make your visions exist and    I can dance with the spirits in the endless abyss   Call me Mr. Queeja Man   I can tell you secrets of the past and   At last my reflection is shattered and broken glass      Mr. Queeja Man   Who is your god Mr. Queeja Man?   Queeja Man