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 gonna 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 gonna 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 gonna 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

Evan Diem:

Huh hahaha 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, oooh 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 pitch fork, bitch more
I give you a 2/10, and none of your kids will hit four.
Put a pitch to me? I'm bout 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
Imma 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 wanna 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.