If I lie may I be struck with an incurable sickness/It was my aunty I saw at the witchdoctor's/He was a black man conjuring spirits and phantoms out of darkness/I had to get a closer look without formenting any ruckus.
Staff stuck in the ground, bones and stones lying on a ratskin mat/The witchdoctor was rooted to a stool made of antelope legs/My aunty seemed to be kissing the witchdoctor like mad/Jelly replaced my heart, my eyes turned to stone, as my limbs couldn't take more steps.
So this is what she does, claiming to go obtain a love potion for me/I have been a fool for so long, my mother must be ashamed/They were still kissing, as I found my feet under me/I turned around and ran and I am still on the way.
I shall meet them kissing when I return/But I won't go alone, i shall have for company my dane gun/The abomination I witnessed, the atrocity under the sun/The spirits shall reward me in paradise after I cause this sin to exist no more.
My aunty is in love with me, inside her my offspring/Or maybe it is the witchdoctor's seed/I hav returned, they shall both die now as I raise my gun/then I shall kill myself before the gods in anger cause me to burn.
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