[{"id":13857131,"name":"LL COOL J - Murdergram Deux (Audio) ft. Eminem","trackName":"LL COOL J - Murdergram Deux (Audio) ft. Eminem","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"LL COOL J","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\nThe career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\nI'm on another bender, drunk off the power\nThat make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\nTalkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\nThen I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n\nHomies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\nSupermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\nReincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\nCinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\nTime is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n\nWhat? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\nAll that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\nI call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n\nAnd that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\nOnce you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\nMurdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\nCandlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\nSlide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\nCome on! (Yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\nEither way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\nBut it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\nI don't think so","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.43] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.18] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.45] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.56] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.88] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:16.13] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.42] Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.81] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:22.94] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.56] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:28.13] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.53] What? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.64] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:34.32] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.97] All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.92] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.44] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.74] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n[00:46.18] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.46] I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n[00:50.69] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.95] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.40] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.67] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.78] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:02.09] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.40] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n[01:07.34] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:10.08] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:11.46] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.57] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:16.12] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:17.95] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.53] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:23.28] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:25.51] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.26] Come on! (Yeah)\n[01:27.79] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.83] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.20] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.75] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.56] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.92] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:40.19] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.77] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.80] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.82] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n[01:47.51] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:49.03] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n[01:50.60] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.97] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.32] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.74] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:58.76] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.90] Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n[02:04.81] Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n[02:07.25] You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n[02:10.10] And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n[02:11.94] When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n[02:14.23] But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n[02:16.67] Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n[02:19.01] And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n[02:21.64] And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n[02:23.23] That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n[02:25.63] Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n[02:27.62] Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n[02:29.74] Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n[02:32.49] So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n[02:34.20] As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n[02:36.29] Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n[02:38.09] They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n[02:41.06] But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n[02:42.54] But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n[02:45.20] Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n[02:47.45] Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n[02:50.11] We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n[02:52.30] And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n[02:57.56] I don't think so\n[02:58.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: LL COOL J - Murdergram Deux (Audio) ft. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n\n And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! (Yeah)\n\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\n When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\n But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\n I don't think so\n"},{"id":20135292,"name":"Murdergram Deux (feat. 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A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\nAll that molly probably sure to drain\nYour spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards\nI'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\nI call that fucking ho Katrina\nSomebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\nAnd that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\nOnce you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\nMurdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\nCandlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\nSlide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\nCome on! (Yeah)\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample\nA fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers\n'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla\nBut thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\nThe king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\nEither way-\nI got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\nAre exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (Nope)\nThings just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\nBut it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.58] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.57] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.64] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.77] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.85] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:16.15] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.51] Homies, I won't forgеt 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.66] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:23.12] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.48] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.94] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.69] What? A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n[00:32.92] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:34.35] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.93] All that molly probably sure to drain\n[00:38.72] Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.86] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.67] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.45] But as far as boulevards\n[00:45.02] I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n[00:46.27] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n[00:48.62] I call that fucking ho Katrina\n[00:49.99] Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n[00:50.93] And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.62] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.47] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.89] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[01:00.20] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:02.11] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.42] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n[01:07.52] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:09.41] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:11.70] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.67] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.96] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.35] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.52] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.98] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:25.22] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.53] Come on! (Yeah)\n[01:28.75] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.85] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.02] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.76] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.18] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.03] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:40.16] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.45] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.80] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.92] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n[01:47.76] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.87] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n[01:50.65] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.96] To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n[01:53.10] A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.77] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.13] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:57.41] I called it pluckin' flowers\n[01:59.68] 'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\n[02:01.26] Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n[02:02.93] But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? 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A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain\n Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards\n I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n I call that fucking ho Katrina\n Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! (Yeah)\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers\n 'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\n Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\n The king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\n Either way-\n I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\n Are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (Nope)\n Things just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\n But it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)\n"},{"id":22061459,"name":"Murdergram Deux (feat. 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A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\nAll that molly probably sure to drain\nYour spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards\nI'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\nI call that fucking ho Katrina\nSomebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\nAnd that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\nOnce you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\nMurdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\nCandlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\nSlide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\nCome on! (Yeah)\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample\nA fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers\n'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla\nBut thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\nThe king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\nEither way-\nI got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\nAre exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (Nope)\nThings just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\nBut it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.58] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.57] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.64] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.77] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.85] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:16.15] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.51] Homies, I won't forgеt 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.66] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:23.12] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.48] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.94] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.69] What? A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n[00:32.92] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:34.35] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.93] All that molly probably sure to drain\n[00:38.72] Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.86] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.67] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.45] But as far as boulevards\n[00:45.02] I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n[00:46.27] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n[00:48.62] I call that fucking ho Katrina\n[00:49.99] Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n[00:50.93] And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.62] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.47] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.89] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[01:00.20] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:02.11] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.42] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n[01:07.52] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:09.41] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:11.70] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.67] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.96] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.35] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.52] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.98] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:25.22] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.53] Come on! (Yeah)\n[01:28.75] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.85] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.02] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.76] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.18] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.03] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:40.16] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.45] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.80] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.92] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n[01:47.76] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.87] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n[01:50.65] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.96] To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n[01:53.10] A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.77] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.13] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:57.41] I called it pluckin' flowers\n[01:59.68] 'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\n[02:01.26] Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n[02:02.93] But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? 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A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain\n Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards\n I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n I call that fucking ho Katrina\n Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! (Yeah)\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers\n 'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\n Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\n The king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\n Either way-\n I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\n Are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (Nope)\n Things just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\n But it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)\n"},{"id":20595390,"name":"Murdergram","trackName":"Murdergram","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"LL Cool J: Mama Said Knock You Out","duration":236.512653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aiyyo, don't go near the speakers\n\nThe big showdown, the display is skill\nI'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill\nTake a family snap shot, kiss your wife\n'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right\nAnd I'll take your life and take you like python\nI'ma do you wrong\n\nAny emcee, who you wanna name?\nI want pain that I can be tamed\nTalkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don't alarm me\nGot enough cash to make a whole damn army\nI can't hold back the way that I feel\n'Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like you're slippin' off banana peels\n\nYou're like fruit cake, your fruit cocktails\nFirst your title now I'm takin' your female\nAll of a sudden you're so proud of black\nA baseball hat but you ain't sayin' Jack\n\nThe ripper is back and you can't escape\n'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape\nI want beef, bring on the rookies\nI got more than just Cool J cookies\n\nRip Rock, crush, stop\nCop, I'm poison come and take a drop\nI bet your teeth will end up around the corner, kid\nDon't ask me why I did it?\n\nI'm civilized damage to a nobody\nAnd I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party\nNew York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A.\nI'll slay wherever you play\n\nD.C. or Philly or Baltimore\nI'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor\nPerpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin'\nCountry accents, who do you think you're foolin'?\n\nI play crushable, late night craps\nYou only knew 'cause you onto your raps\nAnd rap city and V E T\nThe channel 31 and but now here I come\n\nTo save the day and the now you're gettin' done\nLike a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb\nThe first sign of the battle you little fake\nIt's [Incomprehensible] comin' out your kitchen sink\n\nYour mic's a baby bottle, son\nSome say they ain't but I am the one\nThe slice is that the fire boy, it'll break you\nServin' or heard em a word occurred to him\nThen he could move a would get moved on\n\nLike a shotgun blast\nBig mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last\n? Cause they ain't stable or able\nAnd I boost the party like jumper cables\n\nSo plug me in and put me on\nI'm serial hard so I can battle a-more\nFrom coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy\nUse a dictionary but you still don't phase me\n\nListen and we can sound cheap\nReach out for my blackness but you represent wackness\nYou? re bitin' on the castle door\nBut when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more\n\nLet's get together and diss LL\nUse his name and your records might sell\nI can't believe you band of dead maggots\nCrawlin' all over my name, I won't have it\n\nYou better look in the mirror and re-think your plan\nWhy walk in quicksand?\nWhen you can stand on your own two feet\nI'm rippin' emcees, a funky drum with a big beat\n\nName the date and a arena\nYour three year old ballerina\nI can't believe the suckers try to throwdown\nWhether you're new or older than motown\n\nJust kick back\nI don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap\nYou can't handle the format\nWhether you're swab or swoon\nRuff or rugged, all I need is a broom\n\nIf I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay\nMr. Morris has entered the buffet\nSome of y'all are sittin' in rows\nPlates of the hot butter rolls\n\nBeat your with boloney, slap you with salami\n'Cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami\nThen I make you wonder\nWhy you don't hear bass but you feel the thunder\n\nYou get cooked, I'll knock out your tooth\nWe'll be fightin' from lobby to the roof\nYou are on me like I wrote your dinnertime\nYo, Marley, whassup? Spill the time\n\nNah man, just kick a little warmth\nPass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw\nWhen I'm on the microphone I want silence\nLet KRS-One stop the violence\n\nAin't no rivals, ain't no competition\nPunk, I'm beatin' you into submission\nI'm gettin' busier than ever before\nNever more will I'll slack, I'ma keep it real raw\n\nEat you up like a pack-jam\nVideo for poppin' over a Batman\nRippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head\nThen leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed\n\nGive me a Tech-9 to spray\nSave the peep and put it on lay away\nI'll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand\nThen you weep about the murdergram","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murdergram\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: 'LL Cool J: Mama Said Knock You Out'\n duration_ms: 236513\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Aiyyo, don't go near the speakers\n\n The big showdown, the display is skill\n I'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill\n Take a family snap shot, kiss your wife\n 'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right\n And I'll take your life and take you like python\n I'ma do you wrong\n\n Any emcee, who you wanna name?\n I want pain that I can be tamed\n Talkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don't alarm me\n Got enough cash to make a whole damn army\n I can't hold back the way that I feel\n 'Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like you're slippin' off banana peels\n\n You're like fruit cake, your fruit cocktails\n First your title now I'm takin' your female\n All of a sudden you're so proud of black\n A baseball hat but you ain't sayin' Jack\n\n The ripper is back and you can't escape\n 'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape\n I want beef, bring on the rookies\n I got more than just Cool J cookies\n\n Rip Rock, crush, stop\n Cop, I'm poison come and take a drop\n I bet your teeth will end up around the corner, kid\n Don't ask me why I did it?\n\n I'm civilized damage to a nobody\n And I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party\n New York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A.\n I'll slay wherever you play\n\n D.C. or Philly or Baltimore\n I'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor\n Perpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin'\n Country accents, who do you think you're foolin'?\n\n I play crushable, late night craps\n You only knew 'cause you onto your raps\n And rap city and V E T\n The channel 31 and but now here I come\n\n To save the day and the now you're gettin' done\n Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb\n The first sign of the battle you little fake\n It's [Incomprehensible] comin' out your kitchen sink\n\n Your mic's a baby bottle, son\n Some say they ain't but I am the one\n The slice is that the fire boy, it'll break you\n Servin' or heard em a word occurred to him\n Then he could move a would get moved on\n\n Like a shotgun blast\n Big mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last\n ? Cause they ain't stable or able\n And I boost the party like jumper cables\n\n So plug me in and put me on\n I'm serial hard so I can battle a-more\n From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy\n Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me\n\n Listen and we can sound cheap\n Reach out for my blackness but you represent wackness\n You? re bitin' on the castle door\n But when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more\n\n Let's get together and diss LL\n Use his name and your records might sell\n I can't believe you band of dead maggots\n Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have it\n\n You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan\n Why walk in quicksand?\n When you can stand on your own two feet\n I'm rippin' emcees, a funky drum with a big beat\n\n Name the date and a arena\n Your three year old ballerina\n I can't believe the suckers try to throwdown\n Whether you're new or older than motown\n\n Just kick back\n I don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap\n You can't handle the format\n Whether you're swab or swoon\n Ruff or rugged, all I need is a broom\n\n If I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay\n Mr. Morris has entered the buffet\n Some of y'all are sittin' in rows\n Plates of the hot butter rolls\n\n Beat your with boloney, slap you with salami\n 'Cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami\n Then I make you wonder\n Why you don't hear bass but you feel the thunder\n\n You get cooked, I'll knock out your tooth\n We'll be fightin' from lobby to the roof\n You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime\n Yo, Marley, whassup? Spill the time\n\n Nah man, just kick a little warmth\n Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw\n When I'm on the microphone I want silence\n Let KRS-One stop the violence\n\n Ain't no rivals, ain't no competition\n Punk, I'm beatin' you into submission\n I'm gettin' busier than ever before\n Never more will I'll slack, I'ma keep it real raw\n\n Eat you up like a pack-jam\n Video for poppin' over a Batman\n Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head\n Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed\n\n Give me a Tech-9 to spray\n Save the peep and put it on lay away\n I'll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand\n Then you weep about the murdergram\n"},{"id":12223317,"name":"Murdergram Deux","trackName":"Murdergram Deux","artistName":"Ll Cool J","albumName":"Murdergram Deux","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\nThe career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\nI'm on another bender, drunk off the power\nThat make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\nTalkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\nThen I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n\nHomies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\nSupermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\nReincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\nCinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\nTime is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n\nWhat? 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(Yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\nEither way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\nBut it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\nI don't think so","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.56] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.02] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.35] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.05] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.68] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:15.97] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.06] Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.47] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:22.66] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.42] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.91] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.45] What? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.14] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:33.88] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.65] All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.69] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.42] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.48] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n[00:46.03] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.18] I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n[00:50.65] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.83] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.27] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.37] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.75] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:01.66] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.46] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n[01:07.25] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:09.46] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:10.92] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.49] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.74] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.06] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.24] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.48] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:24.73] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.02] Come on! (Yeah)\n[01:27.54] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.30] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.08] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.57] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.12] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.23] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:39.92] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.21] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.39] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.41] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n[01:47.03] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.87] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n[01:50.15] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.72] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.22] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.18] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:58.49] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.20] Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n[02:04.43] Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n[02:06.56] You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n[02:09.47] And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n[02:11.29] When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n[02:13.52] But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n[02:15.88] Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n[02:18.38] And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n[02:20.96] And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n[02:22.94] That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n[02:24.93] Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n[02:27.04] Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n[02:29.57] Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n[02:31.85] So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n[02:33.70] As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n[02:35.69] Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n[02:37.23] They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n[02:40.27] But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n[02:42.50] But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n[02:44.77] Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n[02:46.98] Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n[02:49.31] We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n[02:51.47] And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n[02:56.90] I don't think so\n[03:04.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murdergram Deux\n artist: Ll Cool J\n album: Murdergram Deux\n duration_ms: 185000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n start_ms: 4560\n end_ms: 7020\n- text: The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n start_ms: 7020\n end_ms: 9350\n- text: I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n start_ms: 9350\n end_ms: 11050\n- text: That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n start_ms: 11050\n end_ms: 13680\n- text: Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n start_ms: 13680\n end_ms: 15970\n- text: Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n start_ms: 15970\n end_ms: 18060\n- text: Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n start_ms: 18060\n end_ms: 20470\n- text: Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n start_ms: 20470\n end_ms: 22660\n- text: Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n start_ms: 22660\n end_ms: 25420\n- text: Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n start_ms: 25420\n end_ms: 27910\n- text: Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n start_ms: 27910\n end_ms: 30450\n- text: What? 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n\n And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! (Yeah)\n\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\n When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\n But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\n I don't think so\n"},{"id":12386133,"name":"Murdergram Deux","trackName":"Murdergram Deux","artistName":"LL COOL J, Eminem","albumName":"Murdergram Deux","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\nThe career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\nI'm on another bender, drunk off the power\nThat make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\nTalkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\nThen I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n\nHomies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\nSupermodels I ignore 'em, later on, it's like porn\nReincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\nCinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\nTime is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n\nWhat? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain\n'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\nAll that molly probably sure to drain\nYour spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\nFarmers like insurance claims\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\nI call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n\nAnd that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\nOnce you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\nAnd deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n\nWe gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it\nCemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest\nI ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\nThis Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless\n\nStackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThen hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't - with moi\nI do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n- flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\nCome back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n\nNow when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\nWhen I was quick to fool\nUsed to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\nQuick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunias, sick medulla\nBut thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\nAnd all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\nThat's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like B.D.K. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.17] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:33.87] I think you have syrup brain\n[00:35.02] 'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\n[00:36.88] All that molly probably sure to drain\n[00:38.15] Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.61] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n[00:41.43] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.41] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\n[00:44.87] Farmers like insurance claims\n[00:45.99] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.39] I call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n[00:50.89] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.82] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.13] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.38] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.85] Once you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\n[01:01.85] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\n[01:03.80] And deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n[01:06.29] 30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n[01:08.52] We gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:10.99] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.35] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.62] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.01] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.12] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.59] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:24.87] Either way you will regret it\n[01:25.85] Cemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n[01:27.34] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.41] The overlord is the rawest\n[01:30.65] I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\n[01:32.80] This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.18] We are lyrically lawless\n[01:36.36] Stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.68] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\n[01:40.04] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.08] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.42] Then hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.75] When I say that you ain't - with moi\n[01:47.26] I do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.71] - flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\n[01:50.25] Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.65] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n[01:54.23] Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\n[01:55.98] When I was quick to fool\n[01:56.44] Used to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\n[01:58.49] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\n[02:00.02] Quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.14] Like it's petunias, sick medulla\n[02:02.68] But thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? 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Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\n And all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\n That's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like B.D.K. 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Eminem)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Murdergram Deux","duration":29.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\nThe career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\nI'm on another bender, drunk off the power\nThat make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\nTalkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\nThen I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\nHomies, I won't forgеt 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\nSupermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\nReincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\nCinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\nTime is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\nWhat? A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\nAll that molly probably sure to drain\nYour spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards\nI'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\nI call that fucking ho Katrina\nSomebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\nAnd that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\nOnce you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\nMurdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\nCandlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\nSlide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\nCome on! (Yeah)\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample\nA fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers\n'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla\nBut thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\nThe king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\nEither way-\nI got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\nAre exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (Nope)\nThings just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\nBut it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.58] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.57] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.64] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.77] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.85] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:16.15] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.51] Homies, I won't forgеt 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.66] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:23.12] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.48] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.94] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.69] What? A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n[00:32.92] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:34.35] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.93] All that molly probably sure to drain\n[00:38.72] Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.86] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.67] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.45] But as far as boulevards\n[00:45.02] I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n[00:46.27] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n[00:48.62] I call that fucking ho Katrina\n[00:49.99] Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n[00:50.93] And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.62] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.47] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.89] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[01:00.20] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:02.11] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.42] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n[01:07.52] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:09.41] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:11.70] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.67] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.96] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.35] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.52] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.98] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:25.22] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.53] Come on! (Yeah)\n[01:28.75] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.85] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.02] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.76] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.18] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.03] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:40.16] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.45] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.80] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.92] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n[01:47.76] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.87] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n[01:50.65] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.96] To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n[01:53.10] A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.77] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.13] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:57.41] I called it pluckin' flowers\n[01:59.68] 'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\n[02:01.26] Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n[02:02.93] But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? 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A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain\n Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards\n I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n I call that fucking ho Katrina\n Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! 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(Yeah)\n start_ms: 87530\n end_ms: 88750\n- text: The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n start_ms: 88750\n end_ms: 89850\n- text: The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n start_ms: 89850\n end_ms: 92020\n- text: When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n start_ms: 92020\n end_ms: 93760\n- text: Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n start_ms: 93760\n end_ms: 95180\n- text: We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n start_ms: 95180\n end_ms: 97030\n- text: Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n start_ms: 97030\n end_ms: 100160\n- text: Blow your mind with the sawed off\n start_ms: 100160\n end_ms: 101450\n- text: Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n start_ms: 101450\n end_ms: 103800\n- text: They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n start_ms: 103800\n end_ms: 105920\n- text: When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n start_ms: 105920\n end_ms: 107760\n- text: I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n start_ms: 107760\n end_ms: 108870\n- text: Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n start_ms: 108870\n end_ms: 110650\n- text: Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n start_ms: 110650\n end_ms: 111960\n- text: To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n start_ms: 111960\n end_ms: 113100\n- text: A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n start_ms: 113100\n end_ms: 114770\n- text: Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n start_ms: 114770\n end_ms: 116130\n- text: This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n start_ms: 116130\n end_ms: 117410\n- text: I called it pluckin' flowers\n start_ms: 117410\n end_ms: 119680\n- text: '''Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)'\n start_ms: 119680\n end_ms: 121260\n- text: Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n start_ms: 121260\n end_ms: 122930\n- text: But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\n start_ms: 122930\n end_ms: 124910\n- text: Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\n start_ms: 124910\n end_ms: 126760\n- text: You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\n start_ms: 126760\n end_ms: 129420\n- text: And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\n start_ms: 129420\n end_ms: 131780\n- text: When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\n start_ms: 131780\n end_ms: 134020\n- text: But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n start_ms: 134020\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138590\n- text: And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n start_ms: 138590\n end_ms: 141490\n- text: And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\n start_ms: 141490\n end_ms: 143170\n- text: That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n start_ms: 143170\n end_ms: 144900\n- text: Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n start_ms: 144900\n end_ms: 147530\n- text: Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\n start_ms: 147530\n end_ms: 149310\n- text: The king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\n start_ms: 149310\n end_ms: 151010\n- text: Either way-\n start_ms: 151010\n end_ms: 152880\n- text: I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\n start_ms: 152880\n end_ms: 153300\n- text: So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\n start_ms: 153300\n end_ms: 153950\n- text: As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\n start_ms: 153950\n end_ms: 156450\n- text: Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\n start_ms: 156450\n end_ms: 157750\n- text: They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\n start_ms: 157750\n end_ms: 159050\n- text: Are exactly the same\n start_ms: 159050\n end_ms: 160480\n- text: But when I leave this game (Nope)\n start_ms: 160480\n end_ms: 161520\n- text: Things just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\n start_ms: 161520\n end_ms: 162520\n- text: But it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\n start_ms: 162520\n end_ms: 164030\n- text: Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n start_ms: 164030\n end_ms: 165980\n- text: Meaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\n start_ms: 165980\n end_ms: 168330\n- text: We the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\n start_ms: 168330\n end_ms: 171710\n- text: And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)\n start_ms: 171710\n end_ms: 184530\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 184530\nplain: |-\n Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n Homies, I won't forgеt 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n What? A supa-dupa switch up (What?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain\n Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards\n I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)\n I call that fucking ho Katrina\n Somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)\n And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! (Yeah)\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi (-Mwah!)\n I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (What?)\n Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample\n A fuckin' snippet (Snip it!), like scissors do\n Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers\n 'Cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)\n Like it's petunia, sick medulla\n But thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (What? Yeah)\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (Lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (Mafia!)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!)\n The king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)\n Either way-\n I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo!)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA\n Are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (Nope)\n Things just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)\n But it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (Yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax (-sacks)\n"},{"id":12870194,"name":"Murdergram Deux (feat","trackName":"Murdergram Deux (feat","artistName":"LL COOL J, Eminem","albumName":"Murdergram Deux","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\nThe career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\nI'm on another bender, drunk off the power\nThat make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\nTalkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\nThen I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n\nHomies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\nSupermodels I ignore 'em, later on, it's like porn\nReincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\nCinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\nTime is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n\nWhat? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain\n'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\nAll that molly probably sure to drain\nYour spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\nFarmers like insurance claims\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\nI call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n\nAnd that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\nOnce you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\nAnd deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n\nWe gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it\nCemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest\nI ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\nThis Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless\n\nStackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThen hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't - with moi\nI do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n- flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\nCome back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n\nNow when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\nWhen I was quick to fool\nUsed to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\nQuick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunias, sick medulla\nBut thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\nAnd all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\nThat's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like B.D.K. (Kane), the king\nAnd they feed me grapes (yeah)\nEither way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (whoo)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah, set)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\nThey - think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (nope)\nThings just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\nBut it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid\n\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\nAnd we the sociopaths and we got your ho on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\nI don't think so","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.90] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:06.98] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.48] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.06] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.65] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:15.79] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.04] Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.31] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on, it's like porn\n[00:22.69] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.55] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.82] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.42] What? 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Yeah)\n[02:04.30] Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n[02:06.50] You got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\n[02:09.41] And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\n[02:11.22] When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n[02:13.53] But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n[02:15.79] Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\n[02:18.18] And all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n[02:20.98] And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\n[02:22.85] That's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\n[02:25.10] Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n[02:27.14] Now women treat me like B.D.K. 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Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\nAnd all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\nThat's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like B.D.K. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.19] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:33.84] I think you have syrup brain\n[00:35.03] 'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\n[00:36.82] All that molly probably sure to drain\n[00:38.18] Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.67] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n[00:41.44] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.46] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\n[00:44.85] Farmers like insurance claims\n[00:45.94] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.30] I call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n[00:50.86] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.81] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.17] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.33] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.88] Once you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\n[01:01.82] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\n[01:03.84] And deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n[01:06.22] 30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n[01:08.51] We gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:10.97] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.36] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.65] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.01] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.17] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.52] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:24.89] Either way you will regret it\n[01:25.83] Cemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n[01:27.32] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.47] The overlord is the rawest\n[01:30.69] I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\n[01:32.80] This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.11] We are lyrically lawless\n[01:36.32] Stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.62] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\n[01:40.00] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.09] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.46] Then hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.76] When I say that you ain't - with moi\n[01:47.24] I do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.71] - flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\n[01:50.27] Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.61] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n[01:54.22] Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\n[01:55.94] When I was quick to fool\n[01:56.44] Used to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\n[01:58.41] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\n[02:00.05] Quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.18] Like it's petunias, sick medulla\n[02:02.63] But thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n[02:04.36] Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n[02:06.55] You got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\n[02:09.49] And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\n[02:11.22] When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n[02:13.56] But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n[02:15.77] Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\n[02:18.15] And all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n[02:20.97] And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\n[02:22.80] That's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\n[02:25.17] Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n[02:27.14] Now women treat me like B.D.K. (Kane), the king\n[02:28.60] And they feed me grapes (yeah)\n[02:29.57] Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (whoo)\n[02:31.66] So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah, set)\n[02:33.62] As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n[02:35.60] Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n[02:37.45] They - think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n[02:40.31] But when I leave this game (nope)\n[02:40.88] Things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n[02:42.21] But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid\n[02:44.66] Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n[02:46.88] Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n[02:49.29] And we the sociopaths and we got your ho on our laps\n[02:51.67] And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n[02:57.10] I don't think so\n[02:58.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 01 - Murdergram Deux (feat. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain\n 'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\n All that molly probably sure to drain\n Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\n Farmers like insurance claims\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n I call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n\n And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\n Once you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\n And deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n 30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n\n We gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it\n Cemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest\n I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\n This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless\n\n Stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n Then hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\n When I say that you ain't - with moi\n I do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n - flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\n Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n\n Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\n When I was quick to fool\n Used to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\n Quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n Like it's petunias, sick medulla\n But thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\n And all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\n That's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like B.D.K. (Kane), the king\n And they feed me grapes (yeah)\n Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (whoo)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah, set)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n They - think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (nope)\n Things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid\n\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n And we the sociopaths and we got your ho on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\n I don't think so\n"},{"id":20651159,"name":"Murdergram Deux (feat. Eminem) (Paused)","trackName":"Murdergram Deux (feat. Eminem) (Paused)","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"Murdergram Deux","duration":185.456,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\nThe career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\nI'm on another bender, drunk off the power\nThat make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\nTalkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\nThen I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n\nHomies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\nSupermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\nReincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\nCinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\nTime is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n\nWhat? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\nAll that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\nI call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n\nAnd that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\nOnce you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\nMurdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\nCandlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\nSlide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\nCome on! (Yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\nEither way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\nBut it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\nI don't think so","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.50] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.01] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.34] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.00] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.64] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:15.92] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.07] Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.41] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:22.63] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.42] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.93] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.41] What? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.14] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:33.88] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.60] All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.68] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.48] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.45] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n[00:46.04] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.19] I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n[00:50.64] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.81] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.29] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.35] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.72] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:01.62] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.44] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n[01:07.28] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:09.44] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:10.98] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.44] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.75] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.10] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.29] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.45] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:24.74] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.01] Come on! 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain\n'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\nAll that molly probably sure to drain\nYour spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\nFarmers like insurance claims\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\nI call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n\nAnd that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\nOnce you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\nAnd deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n\nWe gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it\nCemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest\nI ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\nThis Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless\n\nStackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThen hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't - with moi\nI do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n- flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\nCome back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n\nNow when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\nWhen I was quick to fool\nUsed to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\nQuick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunias, sick medulla\nBut thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\nAnd all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\nThat's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like B.D.K. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.15] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:33.88] I think you have syrup brain\n[00:35.05] 'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\n[00:36.88] All that molly probably sure to drain\n[00:38.14] Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.64] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n[00:41.49] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.49] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\n[00:44.85] Farmers like insurance claims\n[00:45.94] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.31] I call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n[00:50.83] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.86] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.15] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.35] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.80] Once you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\n[01:01.87] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\n[01:03.80] And deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n[01:06.29] 30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n[01:08.56] We gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:10.99] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.37] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.62] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.02] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.17] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.56] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:24.84] Either way you will regret it\n[01:25.86] Cemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n[01:27.31] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.46] The overlord is the rawest\n[01:30.68] I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\n[01:32.86] This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.15] We are lyrically lawless\n[01:36.33] Stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.64] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\n[01:40.00] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.08] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.44] Then hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.79] When I say that you ain't - with moi\n[01:47.23] I do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.78] - flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\n[01:50.21] Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.66] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n[01:54.25] Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\n[01:55.96] When I was quick to fool\n[01:56.42] Used to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\n[01:58.45] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\n[02:00.03] Quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.12] Like it's petunias, sick medulla\n[02:02.64] But thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? 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Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\n And all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\n That's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like B.D.K. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\nI can't understand a single word you're saying\nI think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\nAll that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\nThis the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n\nMy shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\nBut as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\nI just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\nI call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n\nAnd that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\nMy yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\nStripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\nQuick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\nOnce you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\nYou feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\nMurdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\nCandlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\nSlide up behind you, testing my rifle\nGive blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\nLike eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\nWith dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\nUnapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\nMe and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\nAnyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\nEither way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\nCome on! (Yeah)\n\nThe message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\nThe overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\nWhen I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\nThem candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\nWe are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\nSlugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\nBlow your mind with the sawed off\nJust when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\nThey hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\nWhen I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\nI do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\nFuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\nCome back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\nTo rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\nNow when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\nThis fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\nI called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\nLike it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\nAnd all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\nThat's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\nEither way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\nSo better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\nAs they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\nMan, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\nThey fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\nBut when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\nBut it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\nGo ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\nMeaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\nWe the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\nAnd we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\nI don't think so","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.56] Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?\n[00:07.02] The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender\n[00:09.35] I'm on another bender, drunk off the power\n[00:11.05] That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders\n[00:13.68] Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed\n[00:15.97] Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto\n[00:18.06] Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it\n[00:20.47] Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn\n[00:22.66] Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers\n[00:25.42] Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers\n[00:27.91] Time is tickin', giving ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'\n[00:30.45] What? A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n[00:32.14] I can't understand a single word you're saying\n[00:33.88] I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n[00:36.65] All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n[00:39.69] This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n[00:41.42] My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n[00:43.48] But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n[00:46.03] I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n[00:48.18] I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n[00:50.65] And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n[00:52.83] My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n[00:55.27] Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n[00:57.37] Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n[00:59.75] Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n[01:01.66] You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n[01:04.46] Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n[01:07.25] Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n[01:09.46] Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n[01:10.92] Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n[01:13.49] Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n[01:15.74] With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n[01:18.06] Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n[01:20.24] Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n[01:22.48] Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n[01:24.73] Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n[01:27.02] Come on! (Yeah)\n[01:27.54] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.30] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.08] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.57] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.12] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.23] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:39.92] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.21] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.39] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.41] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n[01:47.03] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.87] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n[01:50.15] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.72] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.22] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.18] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:58.49] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.20] Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? 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Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\n But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\n I don't think so\n"},{"id":12604021,"name":"Murdergram Deux feat. 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Yeah)\n\nSpaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\nYou got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\nAnd I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\nWhen I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\nBut when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\nLookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\nAnd all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\nAnd dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\nThat's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\nVeni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\nNow women treat me like B.D.K. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain\n 'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (huh)\n All that molly probably sure to drain\n Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder game\n\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout\n Farmers like insurance claims\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n I call that - ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane\n\n And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\n Once you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it\n And deliver murdergrams, turn over your ambulance\n 30 bullets in advance, candlelight and crying fans\n\n We gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it\n Cemetery's where you're headed, come on (yeah)\n\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest\n I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus\n This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless\n\n Stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass - that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n Then hittin' a donut, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\n When I say that you ain't - with moi\n I do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to\n - flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (what?)\n Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a - snippet (snip it), like scissors do\n\n Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old\n When I was quick to fool\n Used to fly off the handle like a - witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so\n Quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n Like it's petunias, sick medulla\n But thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of mother- trained killers on ya (trained kill-lasagna's)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this - gangster as mobsters\n\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (mafia)\n And all your mother- enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka\n That's how you know you - saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like B.D.K. (Kane), the king\n And they feed me grapes (yeah)\n Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (whoo)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah, set)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n They - think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (nope)\n Things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid\n\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n And we the sociopaths and we got your ho on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\n I don't think so\n"},{"id":35272984,"name":"Murdergram Deux (feat. Eminem)","trackName":"Murdergram Deux (feat. 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(Yeah)\n[01:27.53] The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n[01:29.36] The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n[01:32.05] When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n[01:33.55] Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n[01:35.10] We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n[01:37.26] Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n[01:39.90] Blow your mind with the sawed off\n[01:41.29] Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n[01:43.36] They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n[01:45.48] When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n[01:47.07] I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n[01:48.82] Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n[01:50.12] Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n[01:51.77] To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n[01:54.26] Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n[01:56.14] This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n[01:58.46] I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n[02:01.21] Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n[02:04.46] Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n[02:06.58] You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n[02:09.47] And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n[02:11.25] When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n[02:13.53] But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n[02:15.84] Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n[02:18.30] And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n[02:20.98] And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n[02:22.95] That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n[02:24.99] Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n[02:27.03] Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n[02:29.58] Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n[02:31.81] So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n[02:33.67] As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n[02:35.66] Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n[02:37.26] They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n[02:40.23] But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n[02:42.55] But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n[02:44.73] Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n[02:46.92] Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n[02:49.34] We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n[02:51.40] And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n[02:56.90] I don't think so\n[02:57.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murdergram Deux (feat. 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A supa-dupa switch up (what?)\n I can't understand a single word you're saying\n I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane\n All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae\n This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang\n\n My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame\n But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pff!)\n I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)\n I call that fucking hoe Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (hurricane)\n\n And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain\n My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue\n Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range\n Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade\n\n Once you pull up in this, when the killing will begin\n You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver\n Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, 30 bullets in advance\n Candlelight and crying fans, we go in and buy a land\n Slide up behind you, testing my rifle\n Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper\n Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders\n With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace\n\n Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache\n Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it\n Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it\n Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed\n Come on! (Yeah)\n\n The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us\n The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car\n When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween\n Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest\n We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders\n Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of\n Blow your mind with the sawed off\n Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith\n They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play\n\n When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi\n I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to\n Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinching tool (what?)\n Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper\n To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (snip it!), like scissors do\n Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick\n This fool used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom\n I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)\n Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)\n\n Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)\n You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)\n And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)\n When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)\n But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya\n Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)\n And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa\n And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shhh)\n That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered\n Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers\n\n Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane!), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)\n Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)\n So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)\n As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)\n Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)\n They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same\n But when I leave this game (nope), things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)\n\n But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)\n Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J\n Meaning me and James (yeah), got that avocado\n We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps\n And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax\n\n I don't think so\n"},{"id":1357884,"name":"Murdergram","trackName":"Murdergram","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Mama Said Knock You Out [by Hillside]","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Aiyyo, don't go near the speakers\n\nThe big showdown, the display is skill\nI'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill\nTake a family snap shot, kiss your wife\n'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right\nAnd I'll take your life and take you like python\nI'ma do you wrong\n\nAny emcee, who you wanna name?\nI want pain that I can be tamed\nTalkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don't alarm me\nGot enough cash to make a whole damn army\nI can't hold back the way that I feel\n'Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like you're slippin' off banana peels\n\nYou're like fruit cake, your fruit cocktails\nFirst your title now I'm takin' your female\nAll of a sudden you're so proud of black\nA baseball hat but you ain't sayin' Jack\n\nThe ripper is back and you can't escape\n'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape\nI want beef, bring on the rookies\nI got more than just Cool J cookies\n\nRip Rock, crush, stop\nCop, I'm poison come and take a drop\nI bet your teeth will end up around the corner, kid\nDon't ask me why I did it?\n\nI'm civilized damage to a nobody\nAnd I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party\nNew York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A.\nI'll slay wherever you play\n\nD.C. or Philly or Baltimore\nI'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor\nPerpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin'\nCountry accents, who do you think you're foolin'?\n\nI play crushable, late night craps\nYou only knew 'cause you onto your raps\nAnd rap city and V E T\nThe channel 31 and but now here I come\n\nTo save the day and the now you're gettin' done\nLike a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb\nThe first sign of the battle you little fake\nIt's [Incomprehensible] comin' out your kitchen sink\n\nYour mic's a baby bottle, son\nSome say they ain't but I am the one\nThe slice is that the fire boy, it'll break you\nServin' or heard em a word occurred to him\nThen he could move a would get moved on\n\nLike a shotgun blast\nBig mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last\n? Cause they ain't stable or able\nAnd I boost the party like jumper cables\n\nSo plug me in and put me on\nI'm serial hard so I can battle a-more\nFrom coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy\nUse a dictionary but you still don't phase me\n\nListen and we can sound cheap\nReach out for my blackness but you represent wackness\nYou? re bitin' on the castle door\nBut when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more\n\nLet's get together and diss LL\nUse his name and your records might sell\nI can't believe you band of dead maggots\nCrawlin' all over my name, I won't have it\n\nYou better look in the mirror and re-think your plan\nWhy walk in quicksand?\nWhen you can stand on your own two feet\nI'm rippin' emcees, a funky drum with a big beat\n\nName the date and a arena\nYour three year old ballerina\nI can't believe the suckers try to throwdown\nWhether you're new or older than motown\n\nJust kick back\nI don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap\nYou can't handle the format\nWhether you're swab or swoon\nRuff or rugged, all I need is a broom\n\nIf I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay\nMr. Morris has entered the buffet\nSome of y'all are sittin' in rows\nPlates of the hot butter rolls\n\nBeat your with boloney, slap you with salami\n'Cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami\nThen I make you wonder\nWhy you don't hear bass but you feel the thunder\n\nYou get cooked, I'll knock out your tooth\nWe'll be fightin' from lobby to the roof\nYou are on me like I wrote your dinnertime\nYo, Marley, whassup? Spill the time\n\nNah man, just kick a little warmth\nPass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw\nWhen I'm on the microphone I want silence\nLet KRS-One stop the violence\n\nAin't no rivals, ain't no competition\nPunk, I'm beatin' you into submission\nI'm gettin' busier than ever before\nNever more will I'll slack, I'ma keep it real raw\n\nEat you up like a pack-jam\nVideo for poppin' over a Batman\nRippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head\nThen leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed\n\nGive me a Tech-9 to spray\nSave the peep and put it on lay away\nI'll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand\nThen you weep about the murdergram","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.49]Ayy-yo, don't go near the speakers\n[00:12.55]The big showdown, the display is skill\n[00:14.94]I'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill\n[00:16.94]Take a family snapshot, kiss your wife\n[00:18.94]'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right\n[00:21.04]And I'll take your life 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Spill the time\n\nNah man, just kick a little warmth\nPass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw\nWhen I'm on the microphone I want silence\nLet KRS-One stop the violence\n\nAin't no rivals, ain't no competition\nPunk, I'm beatin' you into submission\nI'm gettin' busier than ever before\nNever more will I'll slack, I'ma keep it real raw\n\nEat you up like a pack-jam\nVideo for poppin' over a Batman\nRippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head\nThen leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed\n\nGive me a Tech-9 to spray\nSave the peep and put it on lay away\nI'll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand\nThen you weep about the murdergram","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murdergram\n artist: LL COOL J\n album: Mama Said Knock You Out (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 232933\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Aiyyo, don't go near the speakers\n\n The big showdown, the display is skill\n I'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill\n Take a family snap shot, kiss your wife\n 'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right\n And I'll take your life and take you like python\n I'ma do you wrong\n\n Any emcee, who you wanna name?\n I want pain that I can be tamed\n Talkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don't alarm me\n Got enough cash to make a whole damn army\n I can't hold back the way that I feel\n 'Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like you're slippin' off banana peels\n\n You're like fruit cake, your fruit cocktails\n First your title now I'm takin' your female\n All of a sudden you're so proud of black\n A baseball hat but you ain't sayin' Jack\n\n The ripper is back and you can't escape\n 'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape\n I want beef, bring on the rookies\n I got more than just Cool J cookies\n\n Rip Rock, crush, stop\n Cop, I'm poison come and take a drop\n I bet your teeth will end up around the corner, kid\n Don't ask me why I did it?\n\n I'm civilized damage to a nobody\n And I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party\n New York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A.\n I'll slay wherever you play\n\n D.C. or Philly or Baltimore\n I'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor\n Perpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin'\n Country accents, who do you think you're foolin'?\n\n I play crushable, late night craps\n You only knew 'cause you onto your raps\n And rap city and V E T\n The channel 31 and but now here I come\n\n To save the day and the now you're gettin' done\n Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb\n The first sign of the battle you little fake\n It's [Incomprehensible] comin' out your kitchen sink\n\n Your mic's a baby bottle, son\n Some say they ain't but I am the one\n The slice is that the fire boy, it'll break you\n Servin' or heard em a word occurred to him\n Then he could move a would get moved on\n\n Like a shotgun blast\n Big mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last\n ? Cause they ain't stable or able\n And I boost the party like jumper cables\n\n So plug me in and put me on\n I'm serial hard so I can battle a-more\n From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy\n Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me\n\n Listen and we can sound cheap\n Reach out for my blackness but you represent wackness\n You? re bitin' on the castle door\n But when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more\n\n Let's get together and diss LL\n Use his name and your records might sell\n I can't believe you band of dead maggots\n Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have it\n\n You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan\n Why walk in quicksand?\n When you can stand on your own two feet\n I'm rippin' emcees, a funky drum with a big beat\n\n Name the date and a arena\n Your three year old ballerina\n I can't believe the suckers try to throwdown\n Whether you're new or older than motown\n\n Just kick back\n I don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap\n You can't handle the format\n Whether you're swab or swoon\n Ruff or rugged, all I need is a broom\n\n If I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay\n Mr. Morris has entered the buffet\n Some of y'all are sittin' in rows\n Plates of the hot butter rolls\n\n Beat your with boloney, slap you with salami\n 'Cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami\n Then I make you wonder\n Why you don't hear bass but you feel the thunder\n\n You get cooked, I'll knock out your tooth\n We'll be fightin' from lobby to the roof\n You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime\n Yo, Marley, whassup? Spill the time\n\n Nah man, just kick a little warmth\n Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw\n When I'm on the microphone I want silence\n Let KRS-One stop the violence\n\n Ain't no rivals, ain't no competition\n Punk, I'm beatin' you into submission\n I'm gettin' busier than ever before\n Never more will I'll slack, I'ma keep it real raw\n\n Eat you up like a pack-jam\n Video for poppin' over a Batman\n Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head\n Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed\n\n Give me a Tech-9 to spray\n Save the peep and put it on lay away\n I'll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand\n Then you weep about the murdergram\n"}]