Muti - Skinflint

I’ve looked at your king — he’s fallen ill

Nyemba has taken control of his

His soul the demons prey

He might not see another day

I can cure him with Muti

Pay up and I’ll do my duty

I swear you won’t regret this

I will light the abyss

Bring me flesh

Even better fresh

Turn over stones

Bring me bones

Bring me a choir

To sing through fire

Worship the idol

Of Spiritual revival

To the drums we dance

Until we enter a trance

The otherworld we draw

From the devils claws

W take the concoction from the coals

Rub it insid his wounds

Muti will redeem his soul

Return the life death Stole

Muti Killing