Music Video

LL COOL J - Murdergram Deux ft. Eminem
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Songwriter
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Marshall B. Mathers III
Marshall B. Mathers III
Songwriter
Anthony King
Anthony King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Additional Producer
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Producer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Oliver Turiano
Oliver Turiano
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 forgеt '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
Cinderellas get propellered out their glass slippers
Time is tickin', giving ass whippins, how we keep the cash flippin'
[Verse 2]
What? A super-duper 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 game
My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame
And as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims
I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean, I call that fucking ho Katrina
Somebody better give her a cane
[Verse 3]
And that's on everything, she love my heavy chain
What?
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 the pin, that's 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, thirty bullets in advance
Candlelight and crying fans, we gon' win it by a landslide 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 'em in the furnace
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4]
The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing 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 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
Then hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play
[Verse 5]
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
To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet, like scissors do
Now 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
Click-click
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 bein' as frank as Sinatra
When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster 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 (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, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers
[Verse 6]
Now women treat me like B.D.K., 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 'cause your history is shady
As they '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 (Nah)
But it's in need of change (Yeah)
And I'm the meter maid
Go 'head and crack a bottle
'Cause this is E and J
Meaning me and James
Got that avocado and we the sociopaths
And we got your ho on our laps
And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax
[Outro]
I don't think so
Written by: Anthony King, James Todd Smith, Kamaal Fareed, Marshall B. Mathers III
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