LL COOL J, Eminem - Murdergram Deux

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 whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'

What? A supa-dupa switch up
I can't understand a single word you're saying
I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane
All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae
This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang
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
I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean
I call that fucking ho Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane