[Intro – whispers, echoing] Red Rum… Red Rum… Load the clip, twist the bud… light it up… [Beat drops, automatic gunfire in background] BRRRAAAAT BRRRAAAT – shell cases scatter on the floor, I’m rollin’ up Lemon Haze, but I’m locked in a war, Got that Gorilla Glue #4, sticky fingers on the steel, I spark the blunt with a tracer round – watch how it feel. [Verse 1] AK loaded, blunt coated, lungs swollen like a mortar, I’m puffin’ White Widow, paranoia cross the border, Blue Dream in the mag, OG Kush in the drum, When I’m high behind the sights, ain’t a motherf***er run. Pull the pin on a grenade – KA-BOOM! – smoke clouds mix, With the fumes of Sour Diesel, leave you twitchin’ in the ditch, Got Pineapple Express rockin’ like a tank tread steady, Heavy weed in the belly, heavy metal keep it ready. [Sound FX: grenades exploding – KA-THOOM / gunfire rattling] [Verse 2] Red beam, green crack, scope gleam on the MAC, Got a Banana Kush clip tucked deep in the sack, Rifle butt hit your jaw like a dab hit raw, I’m hallucinating war from the Psilocybin law. Skywalker OG got me Jedi with the chrome, Two twin Glocks spittin’ – leave a bloodbath zone, Mimosa haze sippin’, bullet casings in the ashtray, Sniper round spinning like a crossfade halfway. [Sound FX: sniper shot echo, casings hitting floor] [Verse 3] Roll a G13 as I polish my machine, That’s a strain and a code – top secret, unseen, Durban Poison in the chamber, I’m contagious with the smoke, ARs sing soprano while my lungs almost choke. I got Northern Lights flashing like artillery at night, AK-47 strain packed tight with the fight, Load a Chem Dawg round, I’m a chemist with the clip, Cartridges spark matches, let the magazines rip. [Sound FX: rapid gunfire, heavy machine gun burst] [Verse 4] Ash on my fatigues, hash rosin in the pouch, Bunker full of buds, enemies on the crouch, OG Kush rockets with the smell so loud, It’s a gas mask mission when I’m clearing out the crowd. Grenade launcher smoke mixed with Trainwreck haze, I’m a blunt-wielding soldier in a psychedelic daze, Critical Mass got the payload sittin’ heavy, Light another doobie when the M4 steady. [Sound FX: grenade launcher thump + explosion, then coughing from smoke] [Verse 5] Purple Haze tracer rounds cut through the night, Jack Herer shells whistle, bodies drop on sight, Wedding Cake clips with a frosty lil’ bite, Smoke circles halo while I ghost through the fight. Got a Ruger Red-Eye with a strain called Kali Mist, Every hit’s apocalypse, every shot don’t miss, Green Gelato grenades melt brains when they land, Sticky bud fingerprints on the steel in my hand. [Sound FX: distant bombers / explosions rumbling] [Verse 6] Stoned mercenary, visionary off the chronic, Got the world lookin’ hazy, every trigger pull’s atomic, Moon Rock missiles – roll ‘em, light ‘em, then they spark, Cannabis artillery, blow your lungs apart. Red Rum spelled backwards, murder in the cipher, Khalifa Kush cartridges loaded in the viper, Blood drip with the resin, blunt dipped in the pain, I’m laughin’ through the gun smoke with THC in my veins. [Sound FX: automatic fire fades in/out, overlapping with coughing/laughter] [Outro] It’s Red Rum, twist the bud with the drum, Every strain, every gun, every war – I’m the one, Blaze loud when the rounds hit the ground, hear the hum, Gun smoke, weed smoke – Red Rum, Red Rum. — [Final echo: “Red Rum… Red Rum…” with distant explosion]
