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Bella Morte - I Say "Fuck You" to My Alarm Clock Every Morning Lyrics



Bella Morte - I Say "Fuck You" to My Alarm Clock Every Morning Lyrics




Yuh
I need a muzzle
In a bout a minute
Bouta blow ya f*ckin bubble
I don't pull no bullshit
Talking to some limp dick bitches
Don't f*ck with fake gangsters, don't kick it

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block

Then they call the cops cause I'm playing guitar
Neighborhood watch in a baby blue car
They pull a shotty on me for ding dong ditchin
Walking down the street they look through windows in the kitchen
Yea I might be white so excuse me for bitchin
Sorry you feel threatened just cause I'm not a Christian
I'm a weird f*ckin kid and I'll say that first
I've been told that since the day of my birth
Mostly a blessing but never a curse
I knew I was strange when my face was in the dirt

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block
I ain't tight with antisemites
And I f*ckin hate clansmen
Calling people kikes
Man that shot should be in past tense
Eating alone you know what do I think
I got a dead Breed we almost extinct
Bleeding alone and it's all down the sink
I f*ck myself over cause I care What people think

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block

Whatcha gonna do with ya Roman swords
Goin to the hoards of the
Uh
Bella
Uh
MORtE
F*ckin up ya forte
Gotcha screamin "oh Lordy"
Uh
Baby
F*ckin on ya lady, plane ride to Haiti
Drivin a Mercedes
Just the way I play, every other day
What more can I say?
Mafiso rappinen, omertà happenin
Hands clappin and
Hoes on my lap and
Prolly call me dapper dan

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Sick of all the racist white people on my block

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block
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Yuh
I need a muzzle
In a bout a minute
Bouta blow ya f*ckin bubble
I don't pull no bullshit
Talking to some limp dick bitches
Don't f*ck with fake gangsters, don't kick it

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block

Then they call the cops cause I'm playing guitar
Neighborhood watch in a baby blue car
They pull a shotty on me for ding dong ditchin
Walking down the street they look through windows in the kitchen
Yea I might be white so excuse me for bitchin
Sorry you feel threatened just cause I'm not a Christian
I'm a weird f*ckin kid and I'll say that first
I've been told that since the day of my birth
Mostly a blessing but never a curse
I knew I was strange when my face was in the dirt

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block
I ain't tight with antisemites
And I f*ckin hate clansmen
Calling people kikes
Man that shot should be in past tense
Eating alone you know what do I think
I got a dead Breed we almost extinct
Bleeding alone and it's all down the sink
I f*ck myself over cause I care What people think

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block

Whatcha gonna do with ya Roman swords
Goin to the hoards of the
Uh
Bella
Uh
MORtE
F*ckin up ya forte
Gotcha screamin "oh Lordy"
Uh
Baby
F*ckin on ya lady, plane ride to Haiti
Drivin a Mercedes
Just the way I play, every other day
What more can I say?
Mafiso rappinen, omertà happenin
Hands clappin and
Hoes on my lap and
Prolly call me dapper dan

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Sick of all the racist white people on my block

Sick of all the racist white people on my block
Black family move in they think they gon get shot
They put up their locks
Then put on their crocs
Man I'm so sick of white people on my block
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Writer: Zachary Antonelli
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