I was trippin down Black Star Road. It?s where I found my new coyote coat. Took her home and showed her to the buck knife Hung her out on my tree so she could dry But this wasn?t your usual road kill It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack Spell So next I stepped out outa my home I got this feeling inside my bones Started running thru the blood stained road Trying to find the old pack of coyote But this wasn?t your usual cuerpo It had the soul that digged me a hole Now I could hear every voice of long past They said they knew why I had come back They said I was possessed by little miss jack To kill the man whose been setting traps But this wasn?t your usual cult hip to bone the dead coyote I never did wake from that trance I killed everyman with traps in his hands I killed everyman that walked on the path I killed everyone for little miss Jack