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eminem - murdergram deux (feat. ll cool j) كلمات الأغنية

do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?
the career ender with the road_k!ller 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 p_rn
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 (huh)
all that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae
this the murdergram and i brought my murder game
my sh_t 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 f_cking ho katrina, somebody better give her a cane

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 the pin, that’s when the k!lling 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 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 b_st_rds 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 k!lled in the forest
we are lyrically lawless, stackin’ money, h__rders
slugs that make you forget all that sl!ck_ass sh_t 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

when i say that you ain’t f_ckin’ with moi
i do not mean kisses blew, but i got the potential to
f_ckin’ flip when i’m mentioned with a penchant to (what?)
come back with a vengeance like jack the ripper
to rip it, just givin’ you a sample, a f_ckin’ snippet (snip it), 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 f_ckin’ witch’s broom
i called it pluckin’ flowers ’cause i was so quick to pick a tool up (cl!ck_cl!ck)
like it’s petunias, 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 motherf_ckin’ trained k!llers on ya (trained k!ll_lasagna’s)
and i’m just bein’ as frank as sinatra (haha)
when i be sayin’ that i’ma keep this sh_t 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 motherf_ckin’ enemies, they wanna off ya, like hoffa
and dump your body in lake minnetonka (shhh)
that’s how you know you f_ckin’ saw, and you came, and you conquered
veni, vidi, vici, stompin’ and makin’ ’em bonkers
now women treat me like b.d.k. (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, set)
as they ’bout to set it on you like a tv tray (haha, yup)
man, i see the way people say i’m so evil (what?)
they f_ckin’ 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 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 (_sacks)

brang_brang, brr_brr_brr_brrr, brr_brring
i don’t think so

- eminem

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