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[Verse 1]
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
[Verse 2]
A .44 bullet shell took my ****'s life
Triggers pulled by some young **** on that white
He used to fuck with them boys on the weed tip
They found my **** dead, face down in a ditch
I saw that shit on the news just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues, I'ma make 'em pay
I know them bitches, they be hanging at the Shake Junt
I catch 'em slipping, coming out and commence to pump
Been led, leave 'em dead on the fucking scene
Throw them out in a steamer, make the getaway clean
I made a block then I switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock 'cause I just did a homicide
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death, so I served it
I gave them tricks a little dose of they medicine
I bet them hoes, man'll never try that shit again
[Verse 3]
Most of y'all wanna see some blood spilling anyway (Red Rum)
Bodies fall, **** dying young on this everyday (Red Rum)
Laid to rest, must've been your time for you to clock out (Red Rum)
Had a vest but you should've had your fucking Glock out (Red Rum)
Most of y'all wanna see some blood spilling anyway (Red Rum)
Bodies fall, **** dying young on this everyday (Red Rum)
Laid to rest, must've been your time for you to clock out (Red Rum)
Had a vest but you should've had your fucking Glock out (Red Rum)
[Verse 4]
In the streets, **** die, they got fried 'cause they tried
Tested game of the man who's committing homicides
Suicide, would be better for you fools
But I'll be damned if I don't help you out like the "duck, forty"
And, see I can and I'm willing to proceed with a killing
Stick a gauge up your anus, do a crime, make it heinous
Aim this anger to my chamber, let a slug through the talk
'Cause I'm on a bloody stalk, putting suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk, get your game, guns click, it's whatever, ****
I ain't barrin' shit, so you know whatever's clever, ****
Trigger-happy, nappy-headed, set it, I shall peel some
Motherfuckers cap when I roll with the shotgun
Project pop one of you **** trying to steal my shit
Fuck with me and mine and I swear it's a murder, bitch
Yeah, I see you **** mean-mugging on them porches
Unload that thang, watch 'em scatter like roaches
[Verse 5]
Most of y'all wanna see some blood spilling anyway (Red Rum)
Bodies fall, **** dying young on this everyday (Red Rum)
Laid to rest, must've been your time for you to clock out (Red Rum)
Had a vest but you should've had your fucking Glock out (Red Rum)
Most of y'all wanna see some blood spilling anyway (Red Rum)
Bodies fall, **** dying young on this everyday (Red Rum)
Laid to rest, must've been your time for you to clock out (Red Rum)
Had a vest but you should've had your fucking Glock out (Red Rum)
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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