just spent the last 40 mins deciphering the lyrics to redrum 3. peep this cuz very few artists can spit lyrics like this and still stay sick.
I fuck with them niggas that, walk down the block with a pocket thats full of some shit that'll kill ya slow/
Inhale just a little bit, fitt'n get real nutty and spill your throat/
all over your grill and up in yo crib, kidnap them youngins/
tie em up down deep in the dungeon, they cry when Im splittin em open like onions/
No runnin away - pumpin that gauge all up in your rib cage/
Open the book up the 5th page, dead n gone, but the whole script changed/
to a demon fiendin, from murderous mayhem. Whenever you want it just say "when"/
and Ill creep in yo town in the am, I got 8 men/
in my circle of trust, all stuck in the dust from outta my sandbag/
Transforming your thoughts to reality, mad at me, now that your up in the bangwagon/
half man half dragon, draggin half man, half of his body still/
chained to the bumper, rain and the thunder in the jungle when it got me ill/
Im a dead man, half sleep walking, way high always, so lifted, splifted/
I was told I was gifted with this power to a make a nigga wicked redrum/
Was given to me as a baby. I sipped it and chased it with similac/
hittin that cranberry got me off walls like a lost dog tryin to find out where the killin at/
feeling all through my leash. Bare your dropped teeth, and im ready to eat/
so Im off to the streets with a knife and 2 pitchforks, black k-swiss on my feet/
nothin but murder on my mind. Weed mixed with wet cant make it no better/
stay ahead of, my enemies keepin that 4-5 remedy lookin for chedda/
especially since my name been ringing like church bells when its time for service/
soon as you get nervous niggas done already heard it/
Tell me how deep can the dirt get, let your shirt split, open like some virgin meats, and its urging me/
to capture your soul just to suffer this final curse with me. Its the thirst in me, for the benedict hennesey/
And I got an attic full of bones and ligaments, fillin it up, and im reeling it in just as if I was fishing.
Givin it my all when it comes to being homicidal/
Turn around its supposed to be your white drawers. Begging death whenever the night falls/
see my face and you notice a slight pause---
not believin when see me with the key in the ignition, your here for the weekend/
but your knees weaken, so now your leakin on the operation table no peekin, he's too weak and/
ya makin, smokin jamaican, ganja baking my brain, no pain. No pain/
So let it rain, flood it deep be wanting my soul...??. better days/
spit fire like propane, make a nigga numb like cocaine/
my nigga you better pray for a better day milli-made, ?? with the pressure/
Takin over you when the lake of the life thats left but something wont let/
ya in the, land of the dead, my number one motto is "mo dineria"/
we travel through lost minds till the end of time, and its strange no barriers/
and even though, its so cold, and the thought of pressure becomes no more/
fillin life long fantasies sending me off till im gone ---/
woke up to darkness ... yes its over/
kiss everyone good night because its over/
Nigga put your bid up and lets roll the dice/
we'll see if the devil will hold your life, or if youll be going home with christ. How cold is ice?/
Pumping out 32 degree blood now im freezing/
greiving for no reason, maybe its because of these 24 hour evenings. Power seeping/
up into my soul everytime you holla/
Stuck in this deep hole, with dead red-nose pits, hungry, chewing off they collar/
Bout enough maggots to feed a whole damn nation, we all transform into locusts/
surrounded with this flesh too cold, rip it open. Now my reborn is hopeless/
My nigga this dead shit aint no joke cuz will they be willing to feel/
no pain to watch your blood spill in the field, murda, mo murda, mo kill or be killed/
Too many wounds to be healed, so call me the surgeon, I cut em, increasing the pain/
Witness the sinners thoughts leaving your brain. Cant help but being there, creep and I came/
Believe it the devil was thinkin the same/
so no more concluding my thinking is strange/
and thats when I realize its only a game/
Welcome 2 -double- O in that day [day] [day] [day] It aint no way to escape it/
pray that you wake up - pray that you wake up/
the end of the journey is soon to be visible/
city surrounded with sick individuals/
waiting to cut you off like an umbilical/
trapped in a maze, we out it so pitiful/
Fourty O-Z's of Old E, Redrum fitt'n kill em all slowly/
Stack em all deep in the coffin these hatas and bitch ass niggas that fuck with the police/
Fourty O-Z's of Old E, let me get POD'd up off that redrum/
leavin em dead numb, with a razor blade in your rectum/
My niggas say they better respect em/
or you can get your nuts cut, and have the pitbulls come get them/
split you up in 4 sections. Lethal injections just for testing me/
And it's 6' 1 duece nigga/
better call your truce nigga/
or I'll put the root of black magic to use nigga/
