- 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
[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 2: Rozz Dyliams]
(Load up the drum) I can't say I'm sorry for the seed I planted in the dialogue that I started
This shit is a joke it's the end of the world maybe that's why we all went retarded
Departed from everything that I believed and now a revolution is started
I see through [?] and I'm growing impatient the reason I'm feeling bombarded
Two sides of the coin and the coin is from the mint that I call the media monster
Money grubbers and young children lovers who love to witness the destruction of others
As much as I don't wanna die maybe one day I'll straight up pull away the cover
I know shit, I've seen shit, I've been asked to do shit I don't wanna do motherfucker
I hate everything in the world and I hate that I can't even say what the truth is
The game has been set in motion by the demons in plain sight who remain elusive
Yet I am a giant, a tyrant, a hatred I hate everything that you are
You wanna go to war with me but you cower at the thought of getting a scar
To some I will die a martyr and to others a disgusting creature so vile
There's levels to this shit if you don't get it you stay at the bottom of the pile
I know I've been gone for a minute I'm sorry I know that it's been a good while
Suicidal my title Dylan killing driller killer fuck the world with a smile
[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
This motherfucker ain't holding his tongue

He better pay me that fee for that fye
I'm bout to hit all my folks with that Fum
Fee Fye Foe Fum
Load up the drum
Here that boy come [x2]