Horror Story

I stare bad omens right in the face
I gain my pace and traits
To find out what it takes
To have hate, not a trace
All the crows know
You got no hoes
Your body count is so low
You must be off a fuckin Benzo
thinkin that we're still friends tho
But No I'm not, watch ya get shot
Get a fuckin good look at my glock
I'll fuckin beat you down and cut your vein
Wear your skin like I'm ed gein
Make a bowl of ya skull abd a stew of ya brain
I got a Dull blade meat cleaver
Make ya fade like leave it to beaver
You ain't got a clue
Fuckin with the Bella Morte crew
Will make ya face blue
Lookin like Cthulhu slew you
You're brand new
So we're gonna chop you into stew
Stick you like glue
Put ya in the barrel and let ya body brew
Into paste
Don't let my words go to waste
Dissolve you in acid not a base
This be the shit you can't face
Disgrace
Hurts more than a fuckin can of mace
I'm done with you, the jury rests it's case
I won't let MORtE show em any grace

MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
Bitch
I'm
The
Zodiac killer and I'll set the tone
Driving my Cadillac never be known
Body on the ground police on the phone
I write them a letter still never be known
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
Bitch
I'm
The
Zodiac killer and I'll set the tone
Driving my Cadillac never be known
Body on the ground police on the phone
I write them a letter still never be known
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
Bitch
I'm
The
Zodiac killer and I'll set the tone
Driving my Cadillac never be known
Body on the ground police on the phone
I write them a letter still never be known
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte

Too much blood on the floor to see
Nobody will know it was me
Bitch I'm going on a killing spree
So lock the door abd hide the key
I'll take out your liver and eat it for dinner
Pair it with wine man im getting thinner
Won't waste ya time I'll save you the filler Bella morte are serial killers
The extent of my crimes will never be known
Won't even be safe if you lock up the door dead on the street like my car to a crow
Whatever you do don't pick up that phone
We'll fuckin kill you, instill you with fear
My vision of bloodlust is already clear
Hide your kids and lock the door cause bitch we here

MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
Bitch
I'm
The
Zodiac killer and I'll set the tone
Driving my Cadillac never be known
Body on the ground police on the phone
I write them a letter still never be known
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
MORtE, fuck with Bella morte
Cutting out my tongue cause snitching ain't my forte
Bitch
I'm
The
Zodiac killer and I'll set the tone
Driving my Cadillac never be known
Body on the ground police on the phone
I write them a letter still never