Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - BAPHOMET (OFFICIAL AUDIO)

“BAPHOMET“ by Grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k Prod. ³³marrow Listen to BAPHOMET: Follow Grim Salvo: Follow Witchouse 40k: Edit by @zetskandar (Nosferatu, Phantom of the Opera) 🩸LYRICS🩸 (Mossback) 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 (Witchouse 40k) 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 (Mossback) 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 (Sleuth) 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 (Mossback) 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