Up to No Good (Witches)
They're scheming and they're on their brooms
Zoom... zoom... zoom... zoom
Their silhouette is in the moon
They go a-knocking on the tomb
Boom... boom... boom... boom
The coffin soon will be exhumed
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
They're stirring urine in their pot
Hot... hot... hot
It's brooding, fuming with the rot
They got their diabolical plot
Dot... dot... dot... dah-ee-ah-ee-ah-awt
When the night is still, they shoot their shot
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
Every chicken will come come back 'round the coup to... roost
Your curses will come back 'round to you
No... fluke
Every chicken will come come back 'round the coup to... roost
Your curses will come back 'round to you
No... fluke
Zoom... zoom... zoom... zoom
Their silhouette is in the moon
They go a-knocking on the tomb
Boom... boom... boom... boom
The coffin soon will be exhumed
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
They're stirring urine in their pot
Hot... hot... hot
It's brooding, fuming with the rot
They got their diabolical plot
Dot... dot... dot... dah-ee-ah-ee-ah-awt
When the night is still, they shoot their shot
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
A strange brew, no thank you, you ain't true
You ain't slick with your tricks, not one bit
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
These witches
Up to no good, up to no good, up to no good
Every chicken will come come back 'round the coup to... roost
Your curses will come back 'round to you
No... fluke
Every chicken will come come back 'round the coup to... roost
Your curses will come back 'round to you
No... fluke
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Writer(s): Michael Ruben Tice, Malique Jamal Starks
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