Redrum Where I'm From - Axe Murder Boyz

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 hanging around my neck, check

But we in this bitch and we be determined as fuck

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 bitch 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

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 capitol B-O-N-E-Z Dubb and he erupts

On you motherfuckers 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 shit

Stacks to watch ride off in yo griss

Grid lock when you get caught in that blood

And crip walk shit, biatch!

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 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 fucking dick!

It’s the one that was slanging dope

Before your ass ever seen the block!

So I’mma set it off in yo head

And watch you mothafuckas stare at us

Ad just me mugg and talk

It’s redrum where I’m from

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 killas 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!