Witch Hunt

Lyrics

Joe was the top guy on a Man Show A comic on the radio, a boatload of fan bros Listened for opinions they could pick up When he said that PC culture's on a witch hunt Bitch, what? Aww #Metoo's got you blue? Lay down as the woman I'm gonna cater to you Your wood is important. Relax: decompress As I tie you up as a place this giant board on your chest This weight on my shoulders? Can you handle it? Let it all fall down cause I wanna keep you grounded All my heavy shit press down on your vital organs This weight cracks your bones til you scream "No more man" Good boy! I see your tongue wag And your eyes bug out. You're breathless Goodnight baby. And all my witches Hunting fuckboys down. We're flipping the script yeah Double, double, toil and trouble As the fire rises, blood will boil and bubble The blue moon eclipse is high, and under its light The witches are coming, they're going hunting tonight Double, double, boil and bubble You have summoned up a coven of them, boy, you're in trouble You can cry, you can try to hide or run underground But the witches are coming out, they're hunting you down Liam was a movie star on the A-list Beloved by all, considered one of the greatest But on a press tour stop he pulled a sick stunt When he said the #metoo movement is a witch hunt Bitch, what? How dare you claim, these girls pain is a fallacy Actually having the audacity to name this Blasphemy Tragedy and savagery happened in women's history You a bitch to me, we're switching shit up in this century Who am I, oh you insist? Bring ya dumbass here, I'll show you how I lived Tie you to this rock, piercing thru ya skin and limbs Say bye to ya kids, hurl you off the sixth st bridge I am tired of this shit, double boil and bubble Y'all have summoned a bunch of us, mother fuckas in trouble I swear y'all talk mad with no consequence Let's see how bad y'all get, facing the wrath of a witch Double, double, toil and trouble As the fire rises, blood will boil and bubble The blue moon eclipse is high, and under its light The witches are coming, they're going hunting tonight Double, double, boil and bubble You have summoned up a coven of them, boy, you're in trouble You can cry, you can try to hide or run underground But the witches are coming out, they're hunting you down Donnie was the CEO of America Beleaguered by scandals, he'd just deny and disparage them With each day's bombshell, he'd whip up A tweet to save face with his base and blame a witch hunt Bitch, what? American citizens gather around your disgrace of a POTUS Camera lenses from every state put his face into focus And witness a witch's way to serve him his fate I bet the ratings will be great as he's burned at the stake We got the flames to roast him hotter than the correspondent's dinner If you thought his skin was thin? It's about to get thinner So gather up the kindling, ring around the rosie, he's in high demand Tie a whole lot of rope around his tiny hands The imminent incineration will be instrumental in proving his innocence But if he's a sinner the tinder will immolate him like they do in Leviticus Listen to the sizzle we're crisping the skin of the pig as we set him ablaze And take with him ALL religious extremists and bigots, making America great Double, double, toil and trouble As the fire rises, blood will boil and bubble The blue moon eclipse is high, and under its light The witches are coming, they're going hunting tonight Double, double, boil and bubble You have summoned up a coven of them, boy, you're in trouble You can cry, you can try to hide or run underground But the witches are coming out, they're hunting you down