I feel like I’m the bad guy Baron Samedi
Mask up no face I guess I’m getting it
Sell your blood, sell your fucking soul
Just to get it in
Sold my blood
Sold my fucking soul
Just to stop that itch, shit

This is for all the rejects, light skin and white kids
Who want to grow up, grow up and fucking die bitch
Life honestly, I despised it
Give me death, give me death
I bet I’ll fucking like it
Cause I never liked shit
Never even tried shit
Stay fucking skipping school
Was into fucking violence
Gory body visuals
Voodoo charms and rituals
Looking like a fucking ghoul
Late-night killing you
Blood on my Prada shoes
Curb stomping fucking fools
Won’t fuck your girl; she has to choose me
Choose me

Pull up to the scene feel like Baron Samedi
All this drip, all this drip, and designer on me

Girl sees me say what it do
Talk to her start to seduce
Convo bout her favorite views
Tattoo and taboos
Facial bones, designer shoes
Fuck her couple days or two
Make her gag facial abuse
On my dick, she starts to ooze
Metal in my mouth so white folks don’t like me
Even the black girls they want to fight me
Because my hair it’s very likely
Might be cause their jealous slightly
Tell them to fuck off politely
In the hood, they ask me buy tree
Because my skin same color ivory
Can everyone fuck off and die, please

I’m not with the goofy shit
Don’t try to dap me up, you bitch
Your just a lame who submits
To societal standards and exists
For no other reason than being a slave
Why are you so afraid?
The power to eat your face is really what I starve for crave
DMT smoked out a vape, bath salts, and MDMA
The world around what I create
Baron Samedi incarnate

Pull up to the scene feel like Baron Samedi
All this drip
All this drip and designer on me