This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Now your wrists are covered in red

Covered the room in splattered red,

You already know you're dead

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Skies are black, clouds are red

Sunroof flow so over your head

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red