Axe Murder Boyz - Redrum Where I'm From lyrics

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Axe Murder Boyz - Redrum Where I'm From lyrics

[Verse 1: Otis] Yeah, it's redrum where I'm from Come get some from the sick ones Broke-a** millionaires and rich bums It's all a matter of how you put it all together We the type that wear skullies in hundred-degree weather And never sweat, nevertheless Jealous eyes despise the A-X-E hanging around my neck, check But we in this b**h and we be determined as f** Like fat kids that be chasing after the ice cream truck, what? Now here's one for all you emcees that wanna diss Next time you think about hating remember this I'm out on tour in yo cities getting sick So the next time you kiss your b**h you might taste my dick! I am the blood that inks your pen I am the sickness that infects your rhymes as you spit them So as you rappers scream my name out I'm making your tongue turn black and fall outta your mouth It's redrum where I'm from [Hook x2] It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we Don't, And We Don't, Don't f** with me! [Verse 2: Bonez Dubb] It's redrum capitol B-O-N-E-Z Dubb and he erupts On you motherf**ers that think you got us beat But you can't see us, (what?!) I be the type that gotta get that paper quick And I ain't afraid to put a red dot on your head And drop a clip, talking sh** Stacks to watch ride off in yo griss Grid lock when you get caught in that blood And crip walk sh**, b*atch! I'mma let this be the first time I admit That if you come here you leave wit a pair of bloody open writsts! Rest in Peace, no you could rest in piss When I do this sh** so sick you think my name was Brotha Lynch! It ain't sh**, I'm the grinch that lives inside your b**h And I rob that p**y blind with a nine in my f**ing dick! It's the one that was slanging dope Before your a** ever seen the block! So I'mma set it off in yo head And watch you mothaf**as stare at us Ad just me mugg and talk It's redrum where I'm from [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Otis] I make you throw up They knowing that I'm tore up when I show up With murder braids and shades that's how I stay Juggalo'd up Like shown us, deep running deep when I creep From the 303 to the D I run with k**as that never sleep Rest In Peace listen to the Preacher when he preach Wo when he preach, when he preach, see Too bringing leaks see I'm the type lookin like 50 separate eyes Out there telling my mind, you'll never be on my side So goodbye, click Clack, pulling it back Not in reference to the Gat I'm speakin' about my tracks Matter of fact, I'm thinking I oughta take my rap back It's AMB for Life and you can put that on my Axe Tat, BLAST!

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