[Verse 1: Violent J]
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
[Chorus]
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)
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
[Chorus]
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)
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