Testo BAPHOMET - Grim Salvo feat. Witchouse 40k
Testo della canzone BAPHOMET (Grim Salvo feat. Witchouse 40k), tratta dall'album VOIDST★R
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
Credits
Writer(s): Witchouse 40k, Patrick Jobe, Jeremy Klein, Spencer Linn
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