Lyrics Redrum - Dope D.O.D.

Redrum

I will strike down with vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
The sky will turn blacker than terminal cancer
My crew brings the ruckus so I’m warning others
I’ll eye-gouge a faggot with the back of a hammer
Then he won’t see what’s coming when the torture`s started
I’m faul 'n savage serve heads on platters
Leave torsos in dumpsters with the morning garbage
Applauding carnage a step closer to finish
Total existence global extinction
Stay tripping, chain gripping, chase women grave digging
The same night i escape form a state prision
You’re a lame bitch with stage fright
To me murder at broad daylight isn’t a strange sight
You must hate life, going against me
Cause I take time to take lives of so many mces
There are kids on adventure, with playful intentions
My urge to wreck em cause facial contractions
I drank a blood I’ve flown when your right leg broke
Cause I was craving for its tastes like a lycanthrope
Look around there ain`t a throat i can`t choke
So after you’re gone, folks might have hope
That you’re the last one but I’m head strong
The only thing my bar serves you is redrum
I’m not the devil in person but he’s standing right next to me
The evil as it gets, imma get high on ecstacy
Let me be, let me lift my destiny
Let me slice an MC and see if you’re hardcore like Sylvester be
I’m Rambo, handle any fucking mammal
Their throat gets cut to the sound of my samples
The eye of the tiger, higher than Silar, spit bloody saliva
Once I make you barrel backfire
The new Gods on the Block, my flow is potent
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I’m focused, you notice, you’re fucking with a horrorclique
I kill hollow kids if they don’t know who Apollo is
We’re ill, sick, a legion of pricks
I’m the shadow in your nightmares, the demon exists
And I feed on your blood like a leech on your wrist
You’re gonna bleed like a bitch but you seem to insist
I’m the black Schwarzenegger tear through niggers like a harlem sweater
I 'ma get the cheddar my dogs, we’re barking better
The peacemaker, rip a nigga like a piece of paper
Like a pizza baker I put niggers on my pizza layer
Toppings, topics, many wanna top this
If you come and test the Reaper I’m gonna put you where 2Pac is
So pull the trigger and say Red rum
It’s DOPE D.O.D.
son also known as the sex-gun
Redrum (8x)
They will find your body back, it’s in the bloody bath
Red rum, murder, get the body bag (x4)