Songtexte Bells & Whistles - Mobbs Radical , Tumaggz
                                                Blade 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                wrist 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                sink
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ve 
                                                seen 
                                                it 
                                                vanish 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                blink
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                losing 
                                                sleep 
                                                    I 
                                                cannot 
                                                think
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ve 
                                                lost 
                                                myself 
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                brink
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                losing 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Left 
                                                that 
                                                boy 
                                                bleeding 
                                                ran 
                                                off 
                                                with 
                                                his 
                                                camera
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                gone 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                flash 
                                                abracadabra
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whole 
                                                team 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                come 
                                                up 
                                                y′all 
                                                going 
                                                out 
                                                sad 
                                                bruh
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                why 
                                                your 
                                                punk 
                                                ass 
                                                is 
                                                mad 
                                                huh
 
                                    
                                
                                                Really 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                Da 
                                                Vinci
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                smearing 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                my 
                                                enemies 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                walls 
                                                of 
                                                cathedrals
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                isn′t 
                                                here 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                saving 
                                                your 
                                                people
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                watching 
                                                you 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                third 
                                                eye 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                keyhole
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                it 
                                                straight 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                point 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                needle
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                comply 
                                                stay 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                grind 
                                                why 
                                                you 
                                                Feeble
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                boys 
                                                all 
                                                still 
                                                Weedles 
                                                    I 
                                                sting 
                                                like 
                                                I'm 
                                                Beedrill
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                ridding 
                                                your 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                existence 
                                                like 
                                                measles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nails 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                Patek 
                                                lost 
                                                track 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                bitch 
                                                hit 
                                                my 
                                                line, 
                                                your 
                                                main 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                dime
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                wet 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                voice 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                rhyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                sucking 
                                                down 
                                                dick 
                                                like 
                                                it′s 
                                                lemon 
                                                and 
                                                lime
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                like 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                like 
                                                crying 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                no
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                like 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                like 
                                                crying 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                 
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