Artist: Doomsday Productions Album: Filthy Song: Redrum Typed by: c.lsmith@home.com [Chorus] I got some redrum shit up on my redrum mind And when I creep up on you bitch, that ass is mine It ain't no time for explanations, ain't no time ta pray It ain't no muthafuckin' mercy, Redrum! Redrum, murder redrum Redrum, murder redrum Redrum, murder redrum 4:20, 7-8-1 [Verse 1: P.I.T.] It's time ta locc up, I'm bout to nut up, so nigga what up The homie Wall got the sawed off, about ta blow yo face off The balls of us true niggas sag like dickies And the guns from my Doom nigga's devour my enemies I leaves 'em wet like a bitches erection Top candidate did a killin and today's the election Muthafuckas disrespect and get chopped into sections Cuz stressin with a sick marked manic depressant (huh) So wheres my medicine? break it up, roll it up, then blaze it up All my true niggas feel me, cause it's time ta locc up I got them niggas from the Northside, ready ta ride Cin Sity, so get ready ta die Mothafucka we gon treat you like you famous, surround you like fans But we ain't no fake ass niggas, we bout ta stomp yo ass I'm from the Wild Wild West, my horse is a black 6-4, I gotta tec That'll beat you to the draw, 3 to yo face, 12 to yo chest [Chorus] I got some redrum shit up on my redrum mind And when I creep up on you bitch, that ass is mine It ain't no time for explanations, ain't no time ta pray It aint no muthafuckin' mercy, Redrum! Redrum, murder redrum Redrum, murder redrum Redrum, murder redrum 4:20, 7-8-1 [Verse 2: Cowboy] I was high off of that chronic smoke Plottin' my revenge in the murder shows These oppositions wanna see me locc holdin my pump, kickin in doors I'm fin ta make these sorry mothafuckas feel pain how it is, my days ain't changed O.C.G. Renegades my gang Cowboy had ta earn that name, killin? Yeah! Niggas talk about it, but me and my niggas y'all know we bout it All these bitches gon feel my static, it's time for war, nigga gotta let 'em have it Creep through the cut, let my anger erupt, testin' my nuts can get you wet up Bitch tried to make a move so he got bucked, left 'em laid out in a puddle of blood, I gots no love 17 shots give 'em all that I got Reload the clip, dramatize yo spot Givin up Renegade bail to the car, It's Doomsday fold anybody on the block What the fuck you thought, you get away, hell no bitch you was caught My niggas ain't no murderers, we killas yo life has been sold and bought Before I go to my grave, gotta have all them niggas that fucked with me So now you know my plans, better take heed, pray you don't decease Now pay the cost, wanna see who's the boss, saddle up, get broke the fuck off You niggas should know that it can't get done Fuck with this I produce Redrum [Verse 3: Eklypss] I feel I'm funky enough ta make them gangstas boogie and yet I'm still obsessed with murder, sex, and sellin' cookies Rookies ain't got no get back, better get back I got a double edge ax in the back of my white Cadillac and a 9 millimeter gat Redrum evil mean muggin' body snatcha Jack the Ripper ain't got shit up on this ax hacka Bitch smacka, gun totin' car jacka When I die dip my casket in black lacquer I love ta decorate my livin room with bloody flesh And in my bedroom I got body parts from dirty sex Now picture that witta Polaroid instamatic, gotta a semi-automatic That'll tear a new asshole when I blast so you better run real fast hoe or smoke I done started up a new love affair wit kitchen knives Any nigga that disrespect my new bitches, they gots ta die Cause they be real for me, they made of steel for me Whenever I feel the need that you gots ta die they kill for me It's Redruuuum! [Chorus] I got some redrum shit up on my redrum mind And when I creep up on you bitch, that ass is mine It ain't no time for explanations, ain't no time ta pray It ain't no muthafuckin' mercy, Redrum! Redrum, murder redrum Redrum, murder redrum Redrum, murder redrum 4:20, 7-8-1