BAPHOMET

Plant the seed of plague, you're going down Plant the seed of plague, you're going down Nobody to blame Nobody to blame Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet I feel it creeping through the hole in the window Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day I sold it all and I got nobody to blame Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet I feel it creeping through the hole in the window Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day I sold it all and I got nobody to blame I'm an outlaw Coffin lock your body, pussy rapper, this your downfall (Mmm) Smoke up in the barrel, dust 'em off, the bullets bounce off (Mmm) Hands up in your pockets, shake 'em down, my bullies count off (Mmm) I heard you foldin' under pressure, he gon' mouse talk (Mmm) I keep my guard up 'til the bullet slash Body bagged, he get fully packed The gun double stacked, 'til his skully crack 40 track 'em, hit the bin together I could pass it over when I'm spinning past Glock 40 finna pop at 'em, he got shot for it, I'ma get 'em back Yeah, yeah Bitch, who want the smoke? (Mmm) I ain't never need nobody, got this on my own (Mmm) Broken homes, I'm out the bottom, turn your body c—c—c—c—c— (Mmm) 40 rotten, leave 'em haunted with the hollow soul (Mmm) I'ma ghost, blood flowing, tell my mama I'm a cutthroat Bullets split your body, 40 chalk 'em with the gunsmoke Glock up to your face, I kick the locks up off your front door Pussy, run your pockets, only options when the funds low Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet I feel it creeping through the hole in the window Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day I sold it all and I got nobody to blame Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet I feel it creeping through the hole in the window Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day I sold it all and I got— nobody to blame So glorious, these gory dreams Every single day when I go to sleep Every single night when I grow new teeth Grab a snow white throat, bring it close to me Gettin' groceries I'm dead but I still haven't died I'm alive so I know I'm supposed to feed The ghost in me That knows to eat A host it needs I chose to plead But I gave into the blackvvitch Fo—four limbs that I tore off a bad bitch, in a coffin with a mattress But she wasn't even that thicc, *clap* clapped it Then I turned into a bat quick Wench, I'm a death magician Ride around town with your local mortician "Where'd the body go?" like abra-cadaverous Say he'll fly you to the moon but I bet you he hasn't Six white lines down like it's Abbey Road Got me crossing to the other side like "where he even go?" Got a coven out in Russia rushing "tally ho" No happy odes I saw him decomposing, rotten valley smoke Six white lines down like it's Abbey Road Got me crossing to the other side like "where he even go?" Got a coven out in Russia rushing "tally ho" No happy odes I saw him decomposing, rotten valley smoke Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet I feel it creeping through the hole in the window Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day I sold it all and I got nobody to blame Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet I feel it creeping through the hole in the window Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day I sold it all and I got nobody to blame