| Rat-tat-tat, tick-tock, Red Rum, my dick bled some
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| Flip sipped the blood splat, with his red rat tongue
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| Then I opened the door, scopin' the whore
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| Took a pen, popped it in her tittie, hopin' it pours
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| I laughed hard, yoked it out, and she was too stunned to speak
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| I autographed the bloody titty, she punched my cheek
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| I split quick, but baby’s still chasing me hurtin' titties bobbin' in her face
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| and the stab hole squitin'
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| Hurdled over a tombstone, but she couldn’t clear it
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| She like a wounded parrot and here come a carrot, a big rock, she begged me to
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| stop
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| I said sure, and spread her head into slop, like it dropped, from top floor
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| Wiping blood on my face, 'cause I’m a Red Rumma
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| My eyes spit flames, my heart pounds like thunder Snuff out the sun,
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| let the dark swell come
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| The night of Red Rum has begun. |
| We havin' dead fun!
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| Tweedle dee and tweedle dum, if you’re in need of some bleedin' fun
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| Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, flex some bedlum!
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| Lobba Geeka, Loppa Zun so needed
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| I’m speaking tongues Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, flex some bedlum!
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| Die… Die… Die… Die…
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| Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, Yum Yum Bedlum!
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| Die… Die… Die… Die…
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| Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, Yum Yum Bedlum!
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| Fuck! |
| That had to be some good potent shit homie! |
| You were fucked up! |
| Any left?
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| Rockin' a bloody hoodie, bloody skully, bloody kicks and jeans, bloody face,
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| bloody fists, 'till I licks 'em clean
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| Walkin' down Grand River, where the chicks are seen
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| This little hoe, I suppose, is only 16 Turn ya dick green
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| Make it spit steam, keep your shit clean, get cream and a hip shot,
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| hooker chick thought
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| I’m all bloody could I be the Southwest Strangla?
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| Baby I’m a painter and my van’s parked on Chamers
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| How much to fuck a nut off in your butthole?
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| Haha Really doe, what the ticket on that dirty pussy hole?
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| «$ 25 a BJ $ 50 for a fuck"Hit me!
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| You’re in luck slut, come with me to my truck
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| But I chucked her in a dumpster, punched her, stomped her, puncture, ice pick,
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| 30 time, monster
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| Camel Cluch, bent that bitch all the way back
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| Until the slut snapped, the back of her head tucked in her butt crack!
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| Tweedle dee and tweedle dum, if you’re in need of some bleedin' fun
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| Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, flex some bedlum!
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| Lobba Geeka, Loppa Zun so needed
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| I’m speaking tongues Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, flex some bedlum!
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| Die… Die… Die… Die…
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| Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, Yum Yum Bedlum!
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| Die… Die… Die… Die…
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| Red Rum, yum, Red Rum, Yum Yum Bedlum!
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| Hell yeah and I always figured you was a soft
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| Little, weak ass, pussy, bitch boy fuck!
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| Slimy black snakes slither in and out of my ears, it’s chop time
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| I’m blood soaked but fine 'cause ain’t a drop mine
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| Like magic, my rock will transform ya head, from a fat solid mass,
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| to a splash of red
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| I killed a cop, a jogger, and I think a neighborhood dog
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| They searchin' for me, closin' in, I laugh in the fog
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| I’m Mr. Happy, haha, psychotic and crazy
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| If I could I’d squeeze your neck and pop your head off, daisies!
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| Found a thick liquor bottle, snuck into a tittie bar
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| The bouncer had his back turned, I hit him hard! |