paroles de chanson Night of Red Rum - Insane Clown Posse

Rat-a-tat, tick tock, red rum, my dick bled some
Flip sipped the blood spat with his red rat tongue
Then I opened the door, scopin' the whore
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 her bloody titty, she punched my cheek
I split quick, but baby 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
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, black sun, bedlam)
Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, 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 thot
I'm all bloody, could I be the Southwest Strangler?
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, black sun, bedlam)
Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, 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)