FeltzPreviews - Bells Of War lyrics

Going viral like the cycle of the war disciples High like Eiffel feel like Michael with the stuff that I'm on Never mild always wild when i make a song With my rifle see a rival then his life is gone Criminal on the run is it fun its none I ain't a bum my lifestyle is just a f**ed one It Just s**s son got no money I'm Bruk mum I'm Bruk dad I'm Bruk sis its the piss So the war of bells be coming out you will hear this It won't miss it straight hit your eardrum like blap blap blip blip I'm on that that this this the combination kicks I'm out of my oven mitts I'm as hot as the devil pit I'm on that gold medal sh** claiming it wearing it I ain't spearing sh** or sharing sh** I'm taking it Come make me quit never b**h I'm the sh** I'm the crème-Della-Crème on top of this (Hook) So the bells of war be coming out f** boy you better go watch your mouth I know your address your i know house Blam blam blam thats curtains down (x2) (Verse 2) Verse 2 verse you ill murk you Hurt you out surf you turf you for certain Its working I'm murking I'm hurting I'm surfing I'm turfing I'm turning