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
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