That's not my witch

The dirty witch goes by the name of the boring whoring name
Pheobe,Well what a smell as she walks down the street her stockings are rotting with worms crawling threw the stenching gusset
The warlocks mind is west
Not in the East/South part of of town were the healing white witch does her thing
Happy and free from all the shady characters from the west part of town
Her new friend walks In golden circles to make the dirty witch want to grow her hair
As the devils son burnt it bare to make other people stare
Oh what a pair
Lady With marvellous super powers and like the good witch of the west can hold her own at any giving time
They respect one another
In past lives they were sisters in the ancient times
When the wicked witch hears of this,while cutting her buddas heads off and thinking of the children down in South Africa whilst chanting like a maniac
The warlock knows
Black witch takes his powers every time and always ruins his life
Whist this manky witch gives every inch of her body to him
Well that's what the warlock thinks,actually she's like the black widow with harrowing deathly poison thoughts that black him out Zoolo style
The white witch continues to protect him whilst living up on the hill & not on the pill
The warlock decided