Tommy Wright III

Tommy Wright III - Red Rum lyrics

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(feat. Tini Maine, Psycho & Villain)



[Verse 1: Tini Maine]

Who's that nigga?, Mister Tini Maine

Creepin' from the fields wid the murder grippin' Jason mask

Seventeen shot glock twelve guage buckshots

Killin' motherfuckas in they anna puttin' swords up in they ass

Fill 'em with the damn knives and put 'em wid family

it's twirkin' and we droppin' time bombs

Til eternal flames come and get you some anna cannon

buckin' kinda fast and there's nowhere you can run

Always stayin' strapped wid the gats in my hood

damn fool never catch me runnin' slippin'

Big Mike, Killa C, Pimp Dad, Mister Black, Tony Fields

ain't nobody slippin' on the rich

Vanish from the scene once again it's the Leprechaun

shoot ya gun, hit 'em wid revenge knock 'em dead

Ninety nine nigga smoked out, get back, pull the strap

got the chain saw to cut ya bitche's head

Blunt just rolled up tight, gimme that mic and

snort this devil's dope

Inhale, exhale head rush gimme the gun

This holy white smoke got me, chokin' in a daze

got my twelve guage tryna make a stang

car jackin' leave ya pockets on the ground

Tryna take my crown get ya ass found drowned in the

Mississipi river on the eastside ah the town

Kidnap, pistol pack, niggaz gettin' jacked

everyday in everyway and then we bury them alive

Smack him couple times while he yackin' on some swine

caught him from the blind side, why he lookin' in my eyes?

Murder, murder 1-8-7 the reaper's call so here it come

Laughin' blowin' out smoke and takin' his butt out

right under one red rum



[Verse 2: Psycho]

Clickin' and thinkin' bout murder maine

Lucifer got me goin' insane

The devil is dwellin' I'm talkin' bout killin'

Niggaz who cross me and innocent children

Psychotic lunatic puffin' on hash

Thinkin' bout time so I might have to blast

Or sacrifice nina to finish the circle

I saw the trick daughter now where you gon' find her?

If you got anna then step to me real

Strapped or unstrapped, I'm killin' at will

And then by night nigga might blaze up a torch

And puff on a blunt then sit top ah your corpse

No selfish ass niggaz don't sneak in my click

False hatin' ass niggaz who pay for a bitch

You probably caught sleepin' you know that I'll have to

Flip the script and then you turn murder backwards



[Verse 3: Villain]

I have went insane, shootin' and killin' up women and

children for nothin' they dog

Mad, includin' the rest of the body parts that I have

cut up in gar-bage, bags

I'm runnin' up out of an old lady's house with my

victim's heart, I'm, scared

because I have raped her and killed her and killed

different children and cut off her, head

Decapitate a motherfucka corpse bitch you want me to take

out my gunsmokin' four

What is your name and where am you from? (South Memphis)

I'm called Lucifer

Poppin' my clip in my glock and I'm breakin' up shop

and I'm takin' your soul like I'm Satan and makin' your

bloody body bleed alot

Now, you losin' your mind you losin' your sanity

thinkin' to bail when I'm beatin' up your mom

You got whipped and shame because

you can die like this, like Jeffrey Dahmer

Yearnin' so deep in my soul have you pushin' up daisies

so my niggaz pass me the shovel long dirt with the wife

that white bitch went through in the essence

In an ordeal with the devil

Why niggaz won't trifle you Lucifer?

Cause they know that I'll come straight at they ass

Tell me please tell me why niggaz won't try you?

Because I know that I will down my skimask

Hang a white boy from a pole and then carve him and nail

in his chest then I'll cut out his tongue

I'm a bad nigga on the street runnin' butt naked

wid bloody glock in my hand and the redrum
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