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letra de night of red rum (original version) - insane clown posse

[verse 1: violent j]
rat-a-tat, tick tock, red rum, my d-ck bled some (oh)
flip sipped the blood spat with his red rat tongue
then i opened the door (yeah?), scopin’ the wh0re (yeah?)
took a pen, popped it in her titty, hoping it pours
i laughed hard, yoke it out, and she was too stunned to speak (i’ll bet)
i autographed the bl–dy titty, she punched my cheek
i split quick [?] but that fat ho 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 herе come a carrot
a big rock, she beggеd 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 (yes)
the night of red rum has begun, we having dead fun

[verse 2: violent j]
rockin’ a bl–dy hoodie, bl–dy skully, bl–dy kicks, and jeans
bl–dy face, bl–dy fists, ’til i l!cks ’em clean
walkin’ down grand river, where the chicks are seen
this little ho, i suppose, is only sixteen
turn your d-ck green, make it spit steam, keep your sh-t clean
get cream and a hip shot, hooker chick thought
i’m all bl–dy, could i be the southwest strangla?
baby, i’m a painter and my van’s parked on chamers
how much to f-ck a nut off in your b-tthole?
haha, really though, what’s the ticket on that dirty p-ssy hole?
“twenty-five a bj, fifty for a f-ck,” hit me!
you in luck, sl-t, 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 b-tch all the way back
until the sl-t snapped, the back of her head tucked in her b-ttcrack

[verse 3: violent j]
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’ll transform matter, k, ready?
poof! your head’s a scattered plate of spaghetti
i offed a cop, a jogger, and i think a neighborhood dog
all i see is imagery, i’m lost in the fog
besides, it ain’t your business how we ain’t cool, you 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 wh0re 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 rocked
behind me, brain slop hit the mirror, bartender’s dead shot
head shot, on spot, never saw the red dot
everywhere spread hair and skull chips, head slop
said the head cop (f-ck ’em), the sh-t was red hot
and props for that c-ck who shot the lead and never said stop

[chorus]
tweedle dee and tweedle dum
if you’re in need of some bleeding fun
red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam
lobba geeka, loppa zun, so needed i’m speakin’ tongues
red rum, yum, red rum, flex some 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, flex some bedlam
lobba geeka, loppa zun, so needed i’m speakin’ tongues
red rum, yum, red rum, flex some 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

- insane clown posse

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