Fee Fye Foe Fum Ouija Macc (Ft. Rozz Dyliams)

- Wasteland
Yuh, huh
Fee, Fye, Foe Fum (yeah)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
This motherfucker ain't holding his tongue
Venom I tell him I hung up the drum
He better pay me that fee for that fye
I'm bout to hit all my foes with that Fum
Fee Fye Foe Fum
Load up the drum
Here that boy come [x2]

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
(hold up) Beast I'm bout to give you the teeth
And all the bubble for fucking with me
I'm bout to spread this hair all on your fleece
Ouija the juggalo laughing at beef
I smell the blood of a sucka-man
Give me the call, Give me the sound of the gutter-man
Whoop whoop, onomatopoeia palindrome
I just can't leave this here bag alone
I just can't rap for one rack alone
My granddaddy died with that saxophone
His blood sweat and tears and that golden horn
You might wake up with your homie gone
He got his phony bologna on
He gon' need more than that cortisone
Looking like you chose your homies wrong
I am the mockery calling my colony
All of us walking uncharted geography
We are not offering any apology
Turning and facing the demons who follow me
All of them oddities foaming in front of me
This is our palace our galaxy prospering
Rallying per a formality, forming a family
Finally slaughtering rivalry, woah
How in the fucc is he constantly conjuring energy though?
Why does he glitch out in most of his photos and every time they develop theres an orb?
Okay I'm a dork but I'm a Lord
You ain't gon' see Ouija whippin' Accord (Hell no)
He ain't just flexin' to build a report he's showing up broken that you can get yours