Witchfinder ft. Evan Diem Lyrics

You know I always had trouble putting trust in you

Call it a hunch I call it intuition

I guess it helps the betrayal make more sense to me

Cuz this don't vibe with my pattern recognition

But you know all the secrets

To that cup and ball trick

It's not maleficium

You're just being a dick

So I'm going to ask you not to drag me down to your level

But I know you don't need proof that I work with the devil

Cuz you're a Witchfinder, a bit kinder than you were yesterday

I know, but I'm getting burned anyway

So now the villagers all come out to watch me go

Hard to feel abandoned with everyone around

Oh throw me into the water bitch I know I'll float

But you might like it better if I drown

See I saw this part coming

It's something like fate

You can try to crush me

All I want is more weight

But I'm going to ask you not to drag me out to the gallows

But I know you don't need proof that I work in the shadows

Cuz you're a Witchfinder, a bit kinder than you were yesterday

I know, I know

So I'm going to ask you not to drag me down to your level

But I know you don't need proof that I work with the devil

Baby you're a Witchfinder, a bit kinder than you were yesterday

I know, but I'm getting burned anyway

Huh ha ha-ha okay you got me

You found the witch, what'll you do right now

You think you got the guts to take mine out

And if you do, ooh boy, fuck around and find out

I will listen from the next plane to hear your babies cry out

With dry mouth, the wells have all dried up

My bad, guess you should've thought of that when I was tied up

On fire, just like your crops is. Oh you got us?

Okay now your fields are all just bugs and crop dust

Yo Shut up, fuck you and your pitchfork, bitch more

I give you a 2/10, and none of your kids will hit four.

Put a pitch to me? I'm about to clean up like I hit fourth

Grab a stick and start switch-hitting, bitch, this war

I got more curses than a Lasorda torment

I'm a send a torrent of leeches on your seeds and into your bed

It gets morbid. I curse you to get a paper cut

On your tongue when you lick the letters to send home you've been saving up

I'm not even the crazy one, there's more witches like me

But baby, umm, you might want to take this warning not to fight me

Cuz none of you know what's coming from the dimensions that we hold out

They won't need airholes in the casket to let your soul out.

I will curse the fuck out of you. Cold