Raised by a wicked mother Under a voodoo Sun Taught to commune with spirits She thought he was the chosen one Trained by a Haitian mentor Scarred with a ritual sword On the black path to becoming El Padrino, the voodoo drug lord Voodoo drug lord! My soul is dead – I have no God High-society wizard Paid by the drug cartels To make them bulletproof And to make them invisible Rancho Santa Elena Mystic symbols on the floor In the hidden ritual chamber You can hear the demons roar Now hear them roar Voodoo drug lord! My soul is dead – I have no God! Random stealing And drug dealing Human torture Voodoo killing Palo Mayombe Cardiem Pembe Evil spirits speaking through me Voodoo drug lord My soul is dead I have no God