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