[Intro Project Pat] Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum [Verse 1 LIL INFECTED] Uh, got a blunt, pop a trunk Fill it with a fuckboy, bitchboy spillin his guts Stomach acid mixed with blood Staining my allwhite whitelaced SB Dunks Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket, wallet got to have something Otherwise, I gotta snatch something, so I pulled out his heart from his chest Left the rest for his bitch and then left them, I ditched for the seventh Fuck a motherfucker duckin, tuckin in his tail I got a bone to pick with motherfuckers tryna see me fail Creepin like a vulture, bitch, Im following his trail Picking on his bones for the flesh, leave the flies with the rest Leave his body growing pale Close his mouth with nails, dead men tell no tales! [Verse 2 LIL FAMINE] Yung Jack Torrance with some bodies in the storage Lil broke motherfucker with enough to pay the mortgage Got that torture in my barrel, them ghosts inhibit my mind Its that uicidal junkie, Yung Scorcese of my time Im creepin with 59 in the Overlook Hotel Taking one look at us, you can tell we come from hell Im smoking and chanting spells, packing a couple bells Poppin waves back to back, Im always riding the swell [Hook Project Pat] Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum [Verse 3 Black Smurf] With all these drugs in my system, be hard to keep my attention The narrow run full of tempt to I see no one but these figures The risk of losing existence The only reason Im itching, itching to change up my present Without me switching the mission of making millions Intention to get it quickly and strictly bout getting money not flexin, then get some bitches start flexin And snatch a ring just for fun til I strike them digits and add it to ya Youd be wishing that you wouldve fucking listened Wish you listened to me [Outro] Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum Redrum, redrum, redrum
redrum, itching, flexin, creepin, yung