all? So many people acting like they've got the answer but they'll be the first screw to fall out You're nothing but a brick in this wall that stands
of my Branson niggas With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it I'm like the Blair Witch nigga
I'm an animal, I'm a victim I'm the answer to your prayers I'm a witness, on a witch hunt I'm the monster up the stairs I'm the ghost that's, in the
Righteous men they try to capture Well, they shall burn - witching whores I say: "Burn them all at the stake!" Chorus Witches I hunt and warlocks I
witch from next door. [NARRATOR] The old enchantress told the couple she had placed a spell on their house. [BAKER] What spell? [WITCH] In the past
slay Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin' cascades Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind And which way the cyclone spins Counter on clockwise, still civilized Kill spies on the wall
have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes, In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls, Yet he lived in utter
villagers feel the malediction's terror Evil curse, the birds crushing on the church walls Gruesome witch, a raven tears out the High Priest eyes A witch
basement rooms are, unmistakably, sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall. Oh won't you be there with me for it, tonight? In this hut-to-hut witch hunt
houses collapsed to the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted
slay Murderous wordplay displayed for killin' cascades Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind Which way the cyclone spins Counter on clockwise, still civilized Kill spies on the wall
feeling of dread dreamt what's his name was dead or maybe was Christian can't tell you though Christian, Christian, line 'em up for the witch hunt Christian
With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented Curtains
. Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes, In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls
've gotta kill this deadly sin Running through the woods, searching every house We'll find her, she can't hide Witch hunt, I'm going on a witch hunt
on the prowl for evil and for lust if you meet him, pray to god or you will be lost He's a witch hunter, witch hunter witch hunter, witch hunter Through
