[Verse 1: LL COOL J]

Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?

The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender

I'm on another bender, drunk off the power

That make a coward surrender as I devour contenders

Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed

Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pouring out Amaretto

Homies, I won't forgеt 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it

Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn

Reincarnation of the Ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers

Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers

Time is tickin', giving ass whoopin's how we keep the cash flippin'

[Verse 2: Eminem & LL COOL J]

What? A supa-dupa switch up (What?)

I can't understand a single word you're saying

I think you have syrup brain

'Bout to finish you like polyurethane (Huh)

All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae

This the Murdergram and I brought my murder game

My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame

But as far as boulevards, I'm talking 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (Pff)

I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (What?)

I call that fucking ho Katrina, somebody better give her a cane

[Verse 3: LL COOL J & Eminem]

And that's on everything (What?), she love my heavy chain

My yellow diamond shining, got her whipping like lemon meringue

Stripping in front of the gang, she's slipping inside of the Range

Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade

Once you pull the pin, that's when the killing will begin

You feel me pulling off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver

Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance

Candlelight and crying fans, we gon' win it by a land-slide up behind you, testing my rifle

Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper

Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doing murders

With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace

[Bridge: Eminem & LL COOL J]

Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache

Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it

Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it

Either way you will regret it, cemetery’s where you're headed

Come on! (Yeah)

[Verse 4: LL COOL J]

The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothing for us

The overlord is the rawest

I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car when I'm pullin' the Taurus

This Halloween them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest

We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders

Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of

Blow your mind with the sawed off

Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith

Then hittin' a donut, ain’t nothin' sweet when we come in to play

[Verse 5: Eminem, LL COOL J & Both]

When I say that you ain't fuckin' with moi

I do not mean kisses blew, but I got the potential to

Fuckin' flip when I'm mentioned with a penchant to (What?)

Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper

To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a fuckin' snippet (Snip it), like scissors do

Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days of old when I was quick to fool

Used to fly off the handle like a fuckin' witch's broom

I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (Click-click)

Like it's petunias, sick medulla, but thanks to COOL J, he created a monster (What? Yeah!)

Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (What?)

You got a couple of motherfuckin' trained killers on ya (Trained kill-lasagna's)

And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (Haha)

When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (What?)

But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya

Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em off ya (Mafia)

And all your motherfuckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa

And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (Shhh)

That's how you know you fuckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered

Veni, vidi, vici, stompin' and makin' 'em bonkers

Now women treat me like B.D.K. (Kane), the king, and they feed me grapes (Yeah)

Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (Woo)

So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (Yeah, set)

As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (Haha, yup)

Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (What?)

They fuckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same

But when I leave this game (Nope)

Things just ain't gonna be the same (Nah)

But it's in need of change (Yeah), and I'm the meter maid (Haha)

Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J

Meaning me and James (Yeah)

Got that avocado and we the sociopaths

And we got your ho on our laps

And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax

[Outro: Eminem & LL COOL J]

Brang-brang, brr-brr-brr-brrr, brr-brring

I don't think so