Insane Clown Posse - Night of Red Rum lyrics

[Insane Clown Posse - Night of Red Rum lyrics]

Rat-a tat, tick tock, red rum
My dick bled some (Oh)
Flip sipped the blood spat with
His red rat tongue then I opened the door
(yeah?) , scopin' the whore (yeah?)
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 the bloody titty
She punched my cheek
I split quick, but baby still 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
(Yes) 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, 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)

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 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 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, 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)

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 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
(Fuck 'em) , the shit was red hot
And props for that cock who shot
The lead and never said stop

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