Future Wicced Ouija Macc (Ft. Lyte)

Ay Ouija
(right now, right now)
Hol' up huh
{Devereaux}

[Hook: Ouija Macc]
Got the OG's bouncing in this motherfucca right now
Feeling like the future of the wicced shit
Feeling like the future of the wicced shit
Feeling like the future of the wicced shit
To the fucc boys who acted like my family and held me out
Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch
Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh
Gotcha feeling like a stupid bitch
Got the young boys bouncing in this motherfucca right now
Looking like the future of the wicced shit
Looking like the future of the wicced shit
Looking like the future of the wicced shit
And my ex hoes who never saw potential - How you like me now?
Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch
Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh
Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Foe fifs to ya lips blow a little kiss (mmwah)
Long dicc but your bitch don't deserve the shit
No paint on my face Ima murder shit
Told Violent J tell me what to hurt em' with?
Murderous, blood curdlin', ripped cartilage, all of this for all of this blood on a bitch
Calling this the ballin' this now, follow this, venomous, from Hell I guess, rebellious
Finally found my link (my link)
Finally found my link (my link)
I finally found my link (ohh)
Give a fucc what y'all think (hold up)
Pussy meet ya maker then it take ya where ya gotta go
Split ya noggan then I leave you smokin' like an optimo
Callin me on my name and I change this game and slice ya fucin' clothes
He was sleeping on me now I'm poppin' thats the way it goes (bitch)
Thats the way it goes (hah little bitch, turn up)
Point me to the people Ima speak the evil
Fucc who ever frontin' on me tell em I don't need them neither
Homie crank the bass until it blow the muthafuccin speaker
Straightjacket on me mane I'm feeling like I'm Justin Bieber
Feel like Miley Cyrus
Feel like Miley Cyrus
Ima wrecking ball on anybody try us
You know where my knife is when its in your iris
Every juggalo computer got me like a fuccin' virus
Dirty demon in designer I don't need a stylist
Put my baby in designer feeling like a stylist
Bloodstain Balmain got me feeling stylish
Laugh when I see brains got me feeling childish
Psychopathic in this bitch we the fuccin' wildest
Got the FBI tryna profile us
Got the ATF tryna profile us
Tell Trump go and see a gynecologist
Slaughter them, Slaughter them, fake like collegian
Cops can't help you, no point calling them
All of them, All of them, must kill all of them
Stone Cold boomin' out the tomb like Solomon
*BOOM BOOM*
Buck Buck buck shot at them
Robbin' them pop four more diazepam
Yuck these taste like shit now its on again
Die and perform The Gathering as a hologram
Finally found my link (my link)
Finally found my link (my link)
I finally found my link (ohh)
Give a fucc what y'all think (hold up)
You may never hear my music coming out the radio
CD's, MP3's for the thuggalos
Calling me on my name I change the game just like some fuccin' clothes
He was sleeping on me now I'm poppin' thats the way it goes