Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Rat-a-tat, tick tock, red rum, my dick bled some
Flip sipped the blood spat with his red rat tongue
Then I opened the door, scopin' the whore
Took a pen, popped it in her titty, hoping it pours
I laughed hard, yanked it out, and she was too stunned to speak (I'll bet)
I autographed her bloody titty, she punched my cheek
I split quick, but baby chasing me, hurtin'
Titties bobbing in her face and the stab hole's squirtin'
Hurdled over a tombstone, but she couldn't clear it
She like a wounded parrot and here come a carrot
A big rock, she begged me to stop, I said sure
And spread her head into slop like it dropped from top floor
Wiping blood on my face 'cause I'm a red rummer
My eyes spit flames my heart pounds like thunder
Snuff out the sun and let the dark swell come
The night of red rum has begun, we having dead fun

[Chorus]
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
If you're in need of some bleeding fun
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

[Interlude]
Fuck, that had to be some good potent shit, homie
You were fucked up
Any left?

[Verse 2]
Rockin' a bloody hoodie, bloody skully, bloody kicks, and jeans
Bloody face, bloody fists, 'til I licks 'em clean
Walkin' down Grand River, where the chicks are seen?
This little ho, I suppose, is only 16
Turn your dick green, make it spit steam, keep your shit clean
Get cream and a hip shot, hooker chick thot
I'm all bloody, could I be the Southwest Strangler?
Baby, I'm a painter and my van's parked on Chamers
How much to fuck a nut off in your butthole?
Haha, really though, what's the ticket on that dirty pussyhole?
'Twenty-five a BJ, fifty for a fuck,' hit me
You in luck, slut, come with me to my truck
But I chucked her in the dumpster, punched her, stomped her
Puncture, ice pick, thirty time monster
Camel Clutch, bent the bitch all the way back
Until the slut snapped, the back of her head tucked in her buttcrack

[Chorus]
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
If you're in need of some bleeding fun
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

[Interlude]
Hell yeah, and I figured you was always a little soft weak ass pussy bitch boy, fuck

[Verse 3]
There's slimy black snakes slither in and out of my ears, it's chop time
I'm blood-soaked but fine 'cause ain't a drop mine
Like magic, my rock will transform your head
From a fat solid mass to a splash of red
I killed a cop, a jogger, and I think a neighborhood dog
They search for me, closin' in, I laugh in the fog
I'm Mr. Happy, psychotic and crazy
If I could, I'd squeeze your neck and pop your head off, daisies
Found a thick liquor bottle, snuck into a titty bar
The bouncer had his back turned, I hit him hard
It shattered, he turned around like ain't nothin' happen
And then dropped, delayed reaction, haha, I stabbed him
Jumped on stage, the whore thought it was a joke and popped her ass at me
With a piece of glass I cut her throat and heard a loud pop
And then my head popped
Behind me, brains swapped
Hit the meter, bartender's dead shot
Dead shot, on spot, never saw the red dot
Everywhere spread hair and skull chips, head slop
Said the head cop (Fuck 'em), the shit was red hot
And props for that cock who shot the lead and never said stop

[Chorus]
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
If you're in need of some bleeding fun
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
If you're in need of some bleeding fun
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Loppa geeka, loppa zun, so needed, I'm speakin' tongues
(Red rum, yum, red rum, black sun, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)
Die, die, die, die
(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)