Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murdergram , by - LL COOL J. Release date: 26.08.1990
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murdergram , by - LL COOL J. Murdergram |
| The big showdown, the display is skill |
| I’m the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill |
| Take a family snap shot, kiss your wife |
| 'Cause I’m like a knife, the concrete is right |
| And I’ll take your life and take you like python |
| I’ma do you wrong |
| Any emcee, who you wanna name? |
| I want pain that I can be tamed |
| Talkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don’t alarm me Got enough cash to make a whole damn army |
| I can’t hold back the way that I feel |
| 'Cause when I bust a rhyme it’s like you’re slippin' off banana peels |
| You’re like fruit cake, your fruit cocktails |
| First your title now I’m takin' your female |
| All of a sudden you’re so proud of black |
| A baseball hat but you ain’t sayin' Jack |
| The ripper is back and you can’t escape |
| 'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape |
| I want beef, bring on the rookies |
| I got more than just Cool J cookies |
| Rip Rock, crush, stop |
| Cop, I’m poison come and take a drop |
| I bet your teeth will end up around the corner, kid |
| Don’t ask me why I did it? |
| I’m civilized damage to a nobody |
| And I’m carryin' a gun if I’m rhymin' at the party |
| New York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A. |
| I’ll slay wherever you play |
| D.C. or Philly or Baltimore |
| I’m worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor |
| Perpetratin' in your video, here’s the real smoothin' |
| Country accents, who do you think you’re foolin'? |
| I play crushable, late night craps |
| You only knew 'cause you onto your raps |
| And rap city and V E T The channel 31 and but now here I come |
| To save the day and the now you’re gettin' done |
| Like a hooker, don’t try to soul, crumb |
| The first sign of the battle you little fake |
| It’s comin' out your kitchen sink |
| Your mic’s a baby bottle, son |
| Some say they ain’t but I am the one |
| The slice is that the fire boy, it’ll break you |
| Servin' or heard em a word occurred to him |
| Then he could move a would get moved on Like a shotgun blast |
| Big mouth emcees, I’ll bet you none last |
| ? |
| Cause they ain’t stable or able |
| And I boost the party like jumper cables |
| I’m serial hard so I can battle a-more |
| From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy |
| Use a dictionary but you still don’t phase me Listen and we can sound cheap |
| Reach out for my blackness but you represent wackness |
| You? |
| re bitin' on the castle door |
| But when you fall in the moat, I won’t see you no more |
| Let’s get together and diss LL |
| Use his name and your records might sell |
| I can’t believe you band of dead maggots |
| Crawlin' all over my name, I won’t have it You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan |
| Why walk in quicksand? |
| When you can stand on your own two feet |
| I’m rippin' emcees, a funky drum with a big beat |
| Name the date and a arena |
| Your three year old ballerina |
| I can’t believe the suckers try to throwdown |
| Whether you’re new or older than motown |
| Just kick back |
| I don’t like a stagger wagger psycho rap |
| You can’t handle the format |
| Whether you’re swab or swoon |
| Ruff or rugged, all I need is a broom |
| If I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay |
| Mr. Morris has entered the buffet |
| Some of y’all are sittin' in rows |
| Plates of the hot butter rolls |
| Beat your with boloney, slap you with salami |
| 'Cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami |
| Then I make you wonder |
| Why you don’t hear bass but you feel the thunder |
| You get cooked, I’ll knock out your tooth |
| We’ll be fightin' from lobby to the roof |
| You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime |
| Yo, Marley, whassup? |
| Spill the time |
| Nah man, just kick a little warmth |
| Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw |
| When I’m on the microphone I want silence |
| Let KRS-One stop the violence |
| Ain’t no rivals, ain’t no competition |
| Punk, I’m beatin' you into submission |
| I’m gettin' busier than ever before |
| Never more will I’ll slack, I’ma keep it real raw |
| Eat you up like a pack-jam |
| Video for poppin' over a Batman |
| Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head |
| Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed |
| Give me a Tech-9 to spray |
| Save the peep and put it on lay away |
| I’ll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand |
| Then you weep about the murdergram |
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