BAPHOMET

Plant the seed of plague, you're going down

Plant the seed of plague, you're going down

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 —ame

I'm an outlaw

Coffin lock your body, pussy rapper, this your downfall

Smoke up in the barrel, dust 'em off, the bullets bounce off

Hands up in your pockets, shake 'em down, my bullies count off

I heard you foldin' under pressure, he gon' mouse talk

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?

I ain't never need nobody, got this on my own

Broken homes, I'm out the bottom, turn your body c—c—c—c—c—

40 rotten, leave 'em haunted with the hollow soul

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