Red Rum

Yeah, yeah, yeah (x8) [VERSE 1] Time to get ill My mic starts to kill Your head is falling apart and I start To rebuild your mind You're out of time I'm out your mind Like I said before, the heavy metal hardcore Back to the groove line And suckers try to move mine The Seventh Sign of death And death to the peace sign I start to release mine Now you got deceased mind 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 niggas allay Like I said before, Homey Don't Play Down on the East side my name is Esham Rolling through your hood And I'm ticking like a time bomb Ready to blow up Ready to go upside 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 Cause it's murder [HOOK] Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum (x4) [VERSE 2] 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 niggas up Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up Doing it like a renegade Sticks and stones is played Who you think fucked up I got a gun, you got a blade I'm taking no shit Reel Life Product's legit You're fiending for my tape like a junkie wants a hit Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one The devil's in the shell and he's coming out a gun Going off on niggas like I just based the pipe Take a nigga's life Cause I'm just the type It's a dog-eat-dog world and I'm a pit bull Any nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hellraise Brothers stinking, 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's seen or even heard of you Talking that trash you get a busted ass No one fucks with a murderer [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Homicide is my alias Niggas don't diss cause they scared of us I'm that nigga that makes 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 chasing And once I catch you I'm icing and aceing Running through your mind like Loki And the reason you don't see me is cause I'm low key I'm your Saturday shocker, horror flick routine Showing you shit that you've never seen Michael Myers, the crucifiers My verse gets cursed when worse gets worse Coming to get you When I hit, you're done Die and go to Hell and come back as my son Died on wax with the killer tracks Getting 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 Brothers will learn I take no time to burn I murder [HOOK]