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Lit-tle Red Ri-ding Hood, sweet lit-tle la-dy
Stomp-ing through the for-est, walk like a sol-dier
Bas-ket full of buns and jam for her gra-nny
But the look in her eyes says “don’t e-ven try me
Calm on the sur-face, but fire in the veins
Got one sad rea-son she car-ries this pain
She adjusts the strap like it’s noth-ing at all
Ma-chine gun on her back — one-three-four!
Mag-num five-hun-dred tucked in the draw
Shoots from the hip, shoots at e-ve-ry sound
An-y beast in the bush-es gets put in the ground
Gun on the shoul-der, se-ri-ous bu-si-ness
Lit-tle Red got a dan-ge-rous dis-po-si-tion
If some-thing jumps out from the trees
That point five-hun-dred Mag-num gon’ say: “Freeze!
When Red walks the woods, she walks it a-lone
E-ven the wolves hold their breath when she’s close
Once a pack tried to jump her — thought they was gang-sters
Thought they’d get pies and a warm lit-tle ban-quet
Six-ty se-conds la-ter — si-lence and peace
Now Red got a new fur col-lar, fresh off the beast
She smirked and said, “Well damn, what a shame
I was try-ing to be nice — y’all brought the pain
Ma-chine gun on her back — one-three-four!
Mag-num five-hun-dred tucked in the draw
Shoots from the hip, shoots at e-ve-ry sound
An-y beast in the bush-es gets put in the ground
Gun on the shoul-der, se-ri-ous bu-si-ness
Lit-tle Red got a dan-ge-rous dis-po-si-tion
If some-thing jumps out from the trees
That point five-hun-dred Mag-num gon’ say: “Freeze!
She reach-es the gate, it creaks in the night
House is too qui-et, just the ket-tle whis-tling high
Strange sil-hou-ette ly-ing un-der the sheets
Red grips the strap, fin-ger rea-dy to squeeze
Grand-ma yells: “Whoa, ea-sy, my dear!
That’s just my big pup-py, he keeps me warm here
Red breathed out slow… “Shit… al-most went dark
Grand-ma smiled: “Thanks for the buns, my best spark
Ma-chine gun on her back — one-three-four!
Mag-num five-hun-dred tucked in the draw
But if you come correct and you move with re-spect
She’ll flash you a smile that melts the whole for-est
If you bring her good — she’ll give it right back
Sun through the dark trees, no more at-tack
