Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murdergram, artist - LL COOL J.
Date of issue: 26.08.1990
Song language: English
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 |
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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 |