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Rat-a-tat, tick tock, red rum, my dick bled some Flip sipped the blood spat with his red rat tongue Then I opened the door, scopin' the whore Took a pen, popped it in her titty, hoping it pours I laughed hard, yanked it out, and she was too stunned to speak (I'll bet) I autographed her bloody titty, she punched my cheek I split quick, but baby chasing me, hurtin' Titties bobbing in her face and the stab hole's squirtin' 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 rummer My eyes spit flames my heart pounds like thunder Snuff out the sun and let the dark swell come The night of red rum has begun, we having dead fun Tweedle dee and tweedle dum If you're in need of some bleeding fun (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Songtexte 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, 'til I licks 'em clean Walkin' down Grand River, where the chicks are seen? This little ho, I suppose, is only 16 Turn your dick green, make it spit steam, keep your shit clean Get cream and a hip shot, hooker chick thot I'm all bloody, could I be the Southwest Strangler? Baby, I'm a painter and my van's parked on Chamers How much to fuck a nut off in your butthole? Haha, really though, what's the ticket on that dirty pussyhole? "Twenty-five a BJ, fifty for a fuck," hit me You in luck, slut, come with me to my truck But I chucked her in the dumpster, punched her, stomped her Puncture, ice pick, thirty time monster Camel Clutch, bent the bitch all the way back Until the slut snapped, the back of her head tucked in her buttcrack Tweedle dee and tweedle dum If you're in need of some bleeding fun (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Hell yeah, and I figured you was always a little soft weak ass pussy bitch boy, fuck There's 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 your head From a fat solid mass to a splash of red I killed a cop, a jogger, and I think a neighborhood dog They search for me, closin' in, I laugh in the fog I'm Mr. Happy, 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 titty bar The bouncer had his back turned, I hit him hard It shattered, he turned around like ain't nothin' happen And then dropped, delayed reaction, haha, I stabbed him Jumped on stage, the whore thought it was a joke and popped her ass at me With a piece of glass I cut her throat and heard a loud pop And then my head popped Behind me, brains swapped Hit the meter, bartender's dead shot Dead shot, on spot, never saw the red dot Everywhere spread hair and skull chips, head slop Said the head cop (Fuck 'em), the shit was red hot And props for that cock who shot the lead and never said stop Tweedle dee and tweedle dum If you're in need of some bleeding fun (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Tweedle dee and tweedle dum If you're in need of some bleeding fun (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues (Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Die, die, die, die (Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam) Aus Songtexte Mania