Witch Doctor (ouuu)

Pray for a momentum
Hung and stinky must I mention
Handle standin' the tolls of times waves rolls
Saunter a dollar cuz I'm smelted with a bank roll
Mix and hold a conversation
Master of the medicine vibration
Like damn it's him, he's out the casement
Like a dementia patient pacing
Lace the embalming fluid hit
Sauntered right through another comedy bit
I mean I'm
Sorry Mrs. Wallace
Do you remember who this is?
Ate up at the pulp of ya peach
Sweet preaching
Stooperin' stifled trip
Fell to the steep
But what about the sheep?
Flyin to me like a dove
They touchin' on my fleece
Always had a spot to keep
Never faded from my wreath
When I was actin' a creep
Push be comin to shove
When I was always just thinking of
The truth and that comes back to you
When I'm tryn' in no mo' with pride
Catch me in the field holdin' my dreams
Lot mo' than it ever seem to be inside singular dome piece
Pieces of peace
Never too mean
Little bit hated I made it out the statements
At least least like that's what they was sayin'
Boring felt it til he was sworn in the delta for another show playin'

Witch doctor the remix talker
He who taught terms cuz he heard a lauder's shot
Stalker of the empty parking lot
Shock collar in a box
Brand new way to control a mediums thoughts
Hand brewed phase within a soul, eyes never rolled back when shit was hot
Just look at the tag that was bought
Toes never showed up at the spot
Roll brags, body bagged like old hags
Name wasn't in the investigation with numbered tabs
Big ups to all of those who could lock a shot in the lab
Sometimes it's real tough so take that track in your hand
Leave the pipes and fight
A fist is like a miss when you're playin with your life