Murdergram Deux (feat. Eminem)

Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather? The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender I'm on another bender, drunk off the power That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin' What? A supa-dupa switch up (what?) I can't understand a single word you're saying 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 gang My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!) I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?) I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane) And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land Slide up behind you, testing my rifle Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed Come on! (Yeah) The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental 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 that make you forget all that 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 They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?) Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click) Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah) Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?) You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna) And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha) When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?) But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia) And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh) That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah) Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo) So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah) As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup) Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?) They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah) But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha) Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax I don't think so