Esham - Red Rum - 1991 lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Time to get ill, my mic starts to k** Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore Back to the groove line s**ers tried to move mine The seventh sign of d**h, and d**h to the peace sign I start to release mine Now you gotta cease mine Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign I got style, I got cla** Try to diss me, and I'll beat your a** I don't say, I spray n***as olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb Ready to blow up, ready to go up side Another n***a's head, for some sh**, he done said A homicidal k**er, with a nine in my hands Now you get to ride in the ambulance Redrum, Redrum Redrum, Redrum Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, Redrum Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, Redrum Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, Redrum Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip Mother f**ers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped Whipping out my mini-mag, f**ing n***as up Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up? Doing it, like a renegade Sticks and stones is played Who's gone get f**ed up, I got a gun, you got a blade I'm taking no sh**, Reel Life product is legit Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit d**h is at your doorstep waiting on the one The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun Going off on n***as, like I just based the pipe Take a n***a's life, cuz I'm just the type It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull And a n***a jump crazy, bite his a** in a minute I'm partners with the devil, taking n***a's on a hell raise Brothers thinking, I've been dead for days Beat your a** up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter You said I was a s**er, your mother Now your dead, with a busted head No one seen or even heard of ya Talking that trash, you get a busted a** No one f**s with a murderer n***as don't diss, cuz they scared of us I'm that n***a that make your nightmares come true I'm not dead, but I'm d**h can still haunt you More like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin' And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein' Runnin' through your mind like Loki And the reason you don't see me, cuz I'm low key I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick routine Showin' you sh**, that you never seen Michael Myers, the crucifiers My verse gets cursed, when worse gets worse Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya done Die, and go to hell, and come back as my son Down on wax, with the k**er tracks Get 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 Brothas will learn, I take no time to burn