Esham

Esham - Red Rum lyrics

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Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill 

Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild

Your mind, your outta time,  I'm out ya mind

Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore

Back to the groove line

Suckers tried to move mine

The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign

I start to release mine

Now you gotta cease mine

Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign.

I got style, I got class

Try to diss me, and I'll beat your ass

I don't say, I spray niggaz olay

Like a '74, homey don't play

Down on the east side, my name is Esham

Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb

Ready to blow up, ready to go up side

Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said

A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands

Now you get to ride in the ambulance

Cuz it's murder



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Redrum, Redrum, Redrum , Redrum

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Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip

Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped

Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up

Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up?

Doing it, like a renegade

Sticks and stones is played

Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade

I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is legit

Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit

Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one

The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun

Going off on niggaz, like I just based the pipe

Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm just the type

It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull

And a nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute

I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise

Brothers thinking, I've been dead for days

Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter

You said I was a sucker, your mother

Now your dead, with a busted head

No one seen or even heard of ya

Talking that trash, you get a busted ass

No one fucks with a murderer.



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Homicide is my alias

Niggaz don't diss, cuz they scared of us

I'm that nigga that make your nightmares come true

I'm not dead, but I'm death can still haunt you

More like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'

And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'

Runnin' through your mind like Loki

And the reason you don't see me, cuz I'm low key

I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick routine

Showin' you shit, that you never seen

Michael Myers, the crucifiers

My verse gets cursed, when worse gets worse

Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya done

Die, and go to hell, and come back as my son

Down on wax, with the killer tracks

Get so dope, I'm like a pound of crack

Homicide is on my side, suicide

Tried to get to this side, and died

My def jam plays like a boom, boom, boom

Sending out disses, to whom it may concern

Brothas will learn, I take no time to burn

I'll Murder



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Language: English

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