Karaoké Murdergram Deux LL Cool J & Eminem

Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather

The career ended with the road killin' stuck to his fender

I'm on another bender

Dunk off the power to make a coward surrender as I devour contenders

Talkin' foul to whoever

Your head is 'bout to get severed

Then I bounce it with pleasure

I'm pourin' out Amaretto

Homies I won't forget them so tap the bottle and pour it

Super models I ignore 'em

Later on it's like porn

Reincarnation of the ripper

I give stitches and chest zippers

Cinderellas get propellers out they glass slippers

Time is tickin', givin' ass whoopin's how we keep the cash flippin'

What, a supa-dupa switch up

I can't understand a single word you're sayin'

I think you have syrup brain

'Bout to finish you like polyurethane

All that Molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae

This the murdergram and

I brought my murder game

My shit fire that is why you log on it like duraflame

And as far as boulevards

I'm talkin' 'bout farmers like insurance claims

I just blew your girl away but she on so much blow and lean

I call that fuckin' hoe Katrina somebody better give her a cane

And that's on everything

She loves my heavy chain

My yellow diamonds shinin' got her whippin' like lemon meringue

Strippin' in front of the gang she slippin' inside of the range

Quick to go out with a bang it's like I throw out a grenade

Once you pull the pin that's when the killin' will begin you feel me

Pullin' off your skin

I really came to get it in deliver

Murdergrams turn over your ambulance

Thirty bullets in advance

Candlelight and cryin' fans

We gon' win it by a land slide up behind you

Testin' my rifle, give blessin' to my disciples professional

I'm a sniper like eight miles away

Me and Marshall doin' murders with dirty burners

Break 'em down and melt 'em in the furnace

Unapologetic and we gonna cause a headache

Me and L about to set it we about to murder gram it

Any one ya all can get it

So you might as well forget it

So you might as well forget it

Either way you will regret it

Either way you will regret it

Cemetery's were you headed

Cemetery's were you headed

The message in the chorus

You bastards got nothin' for us

The overlord is the rawest

I ain't talkin' 'bout a rent a car

When I'm pullin' the Taurus

This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest

We are lyrically lawless

Stackin' money, hoarders

Slugs'll make you forget all the slick ass shit that you thought of

Blow your mind with the sawed off

Just when you thought it was safe we bustin' at you from the wraith

Then hittin' a donut ain't nothin' sweet when we come in the place

When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi

I do not mean kisses blew

But I got the potential to fuckin' flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to

Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper rip it

Just givin' you a sample

Jack the Ripper a fuckin' snippet like scissors do know when I hit the booth

I think of the days of old when I was quick to fool

Used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witches broom

I called it pluckin' flowers 'cos

I was so quick to pick a tool up

Like it's petunias, sick medulla

But thanks to Cool J he created a monster

Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta

You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers on ya

And I'm just bein' as Frank as Sinatra

When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangsta as mobsters

But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya

Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya

And all your motherfuckin' enemies they wanna off ya

Like Hoffa, and dump your body in Lake Minnetonka

That's how you know you fuckin' saw and you came and you conquered

Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers

Now women treat me like BDK

The king and they feed me grapes

Either way I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet

So better pick a B.C. date

'Cos your history as Shady is about to set it on you like a TV tray, man I see the way

People say I'm so evil

They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same

But when I leave this game things just ain't gonna be the same

But it's in need of change and I'm the meter maid

Go ahead crack a bottle

'Cos this is E&J

Meaning me and James

Got that avocado

And we are the sociopaths and we got your hoe on our laps

And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax

Brr brr brr brr brr brr brr brr

I don't think so