yeah it s redrum where i m from come get some yeah it s redrum where i m from come get some from the sick ones broke ass 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 hangin around my neck check but we in this bitch and we be deptermined as fuck like fat kids that be chasin after the ice cream truck what now here s one for all you emcees that wanna dis next time you think about hatin remember this i m out on tour in yo cities gettin sick so the next time you kiss your bitch you might taste my dick i am the blood that eats your pen i am the sickness that infects your rhymes as you spit them so as you rappers scream my name out i m makin your tongue turn black and fall outta your mouth it s redrum where i m from 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 fuck with me it s redrum capita of b yo and it c tough and it erupts and you mothafuckas that think you got us beat but you can t see us i be the type that gotta get that paper quick and i ain t afraid to put a red dot on yo head and drop a clip talkin shit stacks to watch ride off in yo griss grid lock when you get caught in that blood and crip walk shit biatch i ma 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 shit so sick you think my name was brotha lynch it ain t shit i m the grinch that lives inside your bitch and i rob that pussy blind with a nine in my fuckin dick it s the one that was slangin dope before yo ass ever seen the block so i ma set it off in yo head and watch you mothafuckas stare at us and just me mugg and talk it s redrum where i m from 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 i make you throw up they knowin 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 runnin deep when i creep from the 303 to the d i run with killas that neva sleep rest in peace listen to the preacher when he preach do when he preach when he preach see too bringin leaks see i m the type lookin like 50 seperate eyes out there tellin my mind you ll never be on my side so goodbye click clack pullin it back not in reference to the gatt i m speakin about my tracks matter of fact i m thinkin i oughta take my rap back it s amb for life and you can put that on my axe tat blast 