BAPHOMET ft. Witchouse 40k Lyrics

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

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 folding under pressure he gon mouse talk

I keep my guard up till the bullet slash

Body bagged he get fully packed

The gun double stacked till his skully cracks

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 imma 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 cold

40 rotten leave em hollow with the haunted soul

Imma ghost blood flowing

Tell my mama imma 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 option 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

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

4 limbs that I tore off a bad bitch in a coffin with a mattress

But she even that thicc

Cla-clapped it

Then I turned into a bat quick

Wench I'm 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 its 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 decompose 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