BAPHOMET - Grim Salvo, Witchouse 40k

[plutonium]

https://open.spotify.com/track/30tbYvOqPSXlblEXHOF4ka?si=jbN2ABw0Semb-bNQlF4ZNg

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