Krao thao lao pao
In the inking pot low
With no voodoo left in him
Burning his gas on slow!
There in the minestrone soup
Sitting in Kyrgisztan
He pumps his fist in the air
And declares NO MORE VOODOO
VOODOO NO MORE
And makes his way
Into the prisons of time
As I rhyme fast on hoe.
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