Bella Morte

X said all you bitches rice crispies (ay)
Fuck pigs all they do is frisk me (ay)
Dread head you never gonna get me (Bitch)
Scream BELLA MORtE if you with me (ay)
Bitch call the fucking cab
Catch me puffing dabs
Catch me dropping tabs
My shits clean
Fuck You mean
Straight out of the lab
I'm Gratefully dead
Bitch don't fuck with my bread
Telling these demons to get the fuck out of my head
I might drop a tab
Then drive to class
You know I love the mass
Hysteria
Fuckin up your area
Bitch we BELLA MORtE and we smoking ya like cannabis
Fuck ya stupid politics we killin all the candidates

Motherfuckin MORtE
Better pray to lorde
Bitch we Bella Morte
Motherfuckin MORtE
Motherfuckin MORtE
Better pray to lorde
Bitch we Bella Morte
Motherfuckin MORtE
Motherfuckin MORtE
Better pray to lorde
Bitch we Bella Morte
Motherfuckin MORtE



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Writer(s): Zachary Antonelli
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