Red Rum - Tini Maine



[Verse 1: Tini Maine]

Who's that nigga?, Mister Tini Maine

Creepin' from the fields wid the murder grippin' Jason mask

Seventeen shot glock twelve guage buckshots

Killin' motherfuckas in they anna puttin' swords up in they ass

Fill 'em with the damn knives and put 'em wid family

it's twirkin' and we droppin' time bombs

Til eternal flames come and get you some anna cannon

buckin' kinda fast and there's nowhere you can run

Always stayin' strapped wid the gats in my hood

damn fool never catch me runnin' slippin'

Big Mike, Killa C, Pimp Dad, Mister Black, Tony Fields

ain't nobody slippin' on the rich

Vanish from the scene once again it's the Leprechaun

shoot ya gun, hit 'em wid revenge knock 'em dead

Ninety nine nigga smoked out, get back, pull the strap

got the chain saw to cut ya bitche's head

Blunt just rolled up tight, gimme that mic and

snort this devil's dope

Inhale, exhale head rush gimme the gun

This holy white smoke got me, chokin' in a daze

got my twelve guage tryna make a stang

car jackin' leave ya pockets on the ground

Tryna take my crown get ya ass found drowned in the

Mississipi river on the eastside ah the town

Kidnap, pistol pack, niggaz gettin' jacked

everyday in everyway and then we bury them alive

Smack him couple times while he yackin' on some swine

caught him from the blind side, why he lookin' in my eyes?

Murder, murder 1-8-7 the reaper's call so here it come

Laughin' blowin' out smoke and takin' his butt out

right under one red rum



[Verse 2: Psycho]

Clickin' and thinkin' bout murder maine

Lucifer got me goin' insane

The devil is dwellin' I'm talkin' bout killin'

Niggaz



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