Baphomet Video (MV)

Talkin' on me then I blow out ya back
Yea we are not friends ain't forget bout the past
Bitch ask for my number gon give you a fad
I only want numbers if you talkin cash
Run up on you no apology
I'm not a gangster but blood leakin' off of me
Gun to my brain pull the trigger you pussy
Haunt you and your friends anybody you know
Don't lose your life over touchin' my dough
You mad cuz you workin' for scraps off the floor
Don't show your face near me kick you out the door
I can't f*ck with peasants that shit make me sick
Just like all the bitches that wanting my dick
I pay no attention they won't get my pick
I ain't even made it but I'm sick of this shit
I don't care you don't like me bitch go have a fit
Cut in with my knife then I fade away
I do not remember you ain't that a shame
When you begging for shit that is mine for the take
Now I'm taking your soul right from out of your face
Boy you thought we were cool yo mistakes are impeccable
Your life is so wreckable
Bitch I'm so numb I don't care what you say
F*cked up out my mind gon make sure you pay
If you ain't talkin cash get the f*ck out my way
The f*ck out my way you don't talk to me
Cannot be killed I'm eternal no stopping me
F*ck around once you bein' hunted
Turn you into nothing
Nobody gon see you when after me
Rest in peace takin you out with no effort like abracadabra you gone
I ain't see nothing wrong
Ain't wasting my time with these bitches at all
You all so irrelevant so f*cking small