Latoya Cantrell
You feckless fool...
This is a voodoo spell
To make you drool...

The voodoo priestess
Of New Orleans...
Will remove your wickedness
By any means...

The Who Dats have spoken
“She’s an evil one!”
The spirits will haunt you...
There’s no place to run...

Your skin will crawl
Right off the bone...
Your lying lips
Together will be sewn...

The blackened candle
Will burn your eyes...
You’ll bleed from your ears
As New Orleans cries...

You’re cursed Latoya
For your horrible deeds...
And for trying to remove
Our Mardi Gras beads...

Those parking tickets
Will slice your skin...
And peace you will know
Never ever again...

Your dark objectives
Will never be achieved...
Your horrific lies
Will never be believed...

The Hard Rock spirits
Will haunt you down...
They’ll never stop
Until you leave town...

So leave New Orleans...
Never return again...
You’re an evil woman...
May you live in shame...

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