| I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face
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| His body is dissolving in a bathtub in…
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Aha, ayy, ayy
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| Part two, motherfuckers
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Redrum, murder!
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| Watch out, right now, thunder, lightning
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| Force of the frightening Viking, striking (Right then)
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| I travel to my shows on a bizon
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| March with the giants on the horizon
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| I’m in a trance, shotgun smiling
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| Turn up the track, got my little bro driving
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| Offroad, 4-by-4 with no license
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| Looking for a person hiking (We might just)
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| I just drive off the cliff, freight of the piff
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| High suicide is the hypothesis
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| Hi officers, I’m off the ships
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| Stay where you are or I’ll dive off a bridge
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| I might not exist, please pinch me
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| It’s a thin line like a slice of the wrist
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| Let’s switch it, I can do the same to you
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| If I live to be a wise old man
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| Then this is what I’ll say to you
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| All it ever took is one bullet
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| Put your finger on the trigger boy, pull it
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| All it ever took is one bullet
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| Put your finger on the trigger girl, pull it
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| All it ever took is one bullet
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| Put your finger on the trigger, just pull it
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| All it ever took is one
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| The redrum murder, next one
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| I made a pack
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| And I’m like a fuckin' bloodhound
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| Now it’s flesh I crave and you hear
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| Gunsounds back in the basement
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| You can hear the bones raddle
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| When you try to escape me but there’s
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| Nowhere to go, no way back, never
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| Stuck in a whole Buffalo Bill clever
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| Head through the hole, guillotine, neck severed
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| A new rap era bringing you bad weather
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| The sunrays don’t shine on my quid
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| I reside in the darkness and pop outta scripts
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| And I ride with the dead, 'cause I die for this shit
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| Now I’m fly like a ghost though as high as the shit
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| Axe to the face, it’s a regular day
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| When I step in your way I’m gonna cut to the chase
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| Twenty niggas get embraced, can’t pick up the pace
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| Can’t pick up the pace? |
| I start picking your grave
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| I start picking your brain and all your shit get erased
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| Niggas try to debate but I’m still beatin' the case
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| And when I’m beatin' the case I’m back beatin' your face
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| Like a motherfucking virus start eating
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| All it ever took is one bullet
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| Put your finger on the trigger boy, pull it
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| All it ever took is one bullet
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| Put your finger on the trigger girl, pull it
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| All it ever took is one bullet
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| Put your finger on the trigger, just pull it
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| All it ever took is one
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| The redrum murder, next one
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| Yeah, you don’t like it but bitch say I’m to die for
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| Made of human flesh except my tits are fucking cyborg
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| Taking up the seat, the public saying it’s an asshole
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| I’m trying to rap, I’m trying to be a fucking crime lord
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| From there where I’m coming they’ll go tell you I’m the truth
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| Making money off I developed
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| You think I’m playing doggy, this ain’t fucking Fortnite
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| I’ll fuck your mom on camera then upload it to a porn site
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| I think it’s obvious by now my shit is gross, wicked innermost
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| Grab a knife and stick it in your
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| I just pull the toaster out and hit 'em
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| You should stay the fuck away from me and listen to your folks
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| Cut your fucking tongue out if you ever try to trash talk
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| Snak and D.O.D. |
| like mixing LSD and crack rock
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| Used to be the mascotte till I took the mask off
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| I don’t mean to yell but bitch I wrote this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Redrum, Pt. 2 , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Do Not Enter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп