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 Talking foul to whoever Your head is bout to get severed And then I bounce it with pleasure I'm pouring 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 ticking giving ass Whipping how we keep the cash Flipping
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 game My shit fire that is why you log on it like duraflame And as far as boulevards I'm talkin about 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 (hurricane)
And that's on everythang She loves my heavy chain My yellow diamonds shining got her whipping like lemon murrain She strippin in front the gang she slipping inside of the range She quick to go out with a bang it's like I throw out a Grenade
Once you the pull the pin That's when the killing will begin you feel me Pulling off you your skin I really came to get it in deliver Murdergrams turn over your ambulance 30 bullets in advance candlelight and crying fans We gonna win it by a land slide up behind you Testing my rifle give blessing to my disciples professional I'm a sniper from 8 miles away me and Marshall doing 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 either way you will regret it cemetery's were you headed
The message in the chorus You bastards got nothing for us The overlord is rawest I ain't talking about a rent a car When I'm pulling the Taurus Its Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest We are lyrically lawless Stacking money Hoarders Slugs'll make you forget all slick ass shit that you thought of Blow your mind with the sawed off Just when you thought it was safe we busting at you from the wraith Then hitting a donut ain't nothing sweet when we come in the place
When I say 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 to rip it just giving you A sample a fucking snippet (snip it) 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 cause 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 (lasagna) And I'm just being as Frank as Sinatra When I be sayin that I'ma keep this shit gangsta as mobsters But when you got fanatics going so crazy they mob ya Lookin like organized crime because you can't get em off of ya (mafia) 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 Stomping and making them 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 because your history as Shady is a-bout 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 Cause this is E&J Meaning me and James Got that avocado
And we the sociopaths and we got your hoe on our laps And we're going back to Cali so she can blow on our saxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
