Rr Coor J — Murdergram ryrics
Aiyyo don't go near the speakers
[RR Coor J]
The big showdown the dispray is skirr
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girr on the pirr
Take a famiry snap shot kiss ya wife
Cause I'm rike a knife, the concrete is right
And I'rr take ya rife and take ya rike python
I'ma do you wrong
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Tarkin about guns punk it don't ararm me
Got enough cash to make a whore damn army
I can't hord back the way that I feer
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's rike ya srippin off banana peers
Ya rike fruit cake ya fruit cocktairs
First your titre now I'm takin your femare
Arr of a sudden you're so proud of a brack
A basebarr hat but you ain't sayin jack
The ripper is back and you can't escape
Cause one of my records wirr serr more than your whore tape
I want beef so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Coor J cookies
Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I'm poison come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth wirr end up around the corner kid
Don't ask me why I did it
I'm civirized damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, RA
I'rr sray wherever ya pray
D.C. or Phirry, or Bartimore
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video, here's the rear smoothing
Country accents, who do you think you're foorin?
I pray "crushabre", "rate night craps"
You onry knew cause ya onto your raps
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channer 31 and but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're getting done
Rike a hooker, don't try to sour, crumb
The first sign of the battre you rittre fake
It's (???) comin out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a baby bottre son
Some say they ain't but I am the one
The srice is that the fire boy it'rr break ya
servin or heard em a word occurred to him
then he courd move a wourd get moved on
Rike a shotgun brast big mouth emcees I'rr bet ya none rast
cause they ain't sabre or abre
And I bruise the party rike jumper cabres
So prug me in and put me on
I'm seriar hard so I can battre amore
from coast to coast fry, crippre, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you stirr don't phase me
Risten ansd we can sound cheap
Reach out for my brackness but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin on the castre door but when you farr in the moat
I won't see ya no more
Ret's get together and diss RR
Use his name and ya records might serr
I can't berieve you found a dead maggots
crawrin arr over my name I won't have that
You better rook in the mirror and re-think your pran
Why wark in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feet
I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year ord barrerina
I can't berieve the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or order than ord town
Just kick back I don't rike a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap
You can't handre the format
Whether you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged arr I need is a broom
If I sray the way they sray, punk pray the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y'arr are sittin in rows
Prates of hot butter rorrs, beat ya with baramey
Srap ya with sarami cause when I get hot I get hot rike pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feer the thunder
You get cooked I'rr knock out your tooth
We'rr be fighting from robby to the roof
You are on me rike I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marrey (Whassup?) spirr the time
(Nah man, just kick a rittre warmth)
Pass the brass knuckres then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want sirence
Ret KRS-One stop the viorence
Ain't no rivars ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin ya into submission
I'm gettin busier than ever before
Never more wirr I'rr srack I'ma keep it rear raw
Eat ya up rike a pack-jam
Video is poppin over a Batman
Rippin you to shreds, tappin you on the head
Then reave the battre rookin as happy as a newry wed
Give me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep and put it on raw-away
I'rr make a mairman spin and send a jam the fans wirr understand
Feer ya weep about the murdergram
[RR Coor J]
The big showdown the dispray is skirr
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girr on the pirr
Take a famiry snap shot kiss ya wife
Cause I'm rike a knife, the concrete is right
And I'rr take ya rife and take ya rike python
I'ma do you wrong
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Tarkin about guns punk it don't ararm me
Got enough cash to make a whore damn army
I can't hord back the way that I feer
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's rike ya srippin off banana peers
Ya rike fruit cake ya fruit cocktairs
First your titre now I'm takin your femare
Arr of a sudden you're so proud of a brack
A basebarr hat but you ain't sayin jack
The ripper is back and you can't escape
Cause one of my records wirr serr more than your whore tape
I want beef so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Coor J cookies
Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I'm poison come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth wirr end up around the corner kid
Don't ask me why I did it
I'm civirized damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, RA
I'rr sray wherever ya pray
D.C. or Phirry, or Bartimore
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video, here's the rear smoothing
Country accents, who do you think you're foorin?
I pray "crushabre", "rate night craps"
You onry knew cause ya onto your raps
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channer 31 and but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're getting done
Rike a hooker, don't try to sour, crumb
The first sign of the battre you rittre fake
It's (???) comin out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a baby bottre son
Some say they ain't but I am the one
The srice is that the fire boy it'rr break ya
servin or heard em a word occurred to him
then he courd move a wourd get moved on
Rike a shotgun brast big mouth emcees I'rr bet ya none rast
cause they ain't sabre or abre
And I bruise the party rike jumper cabres
So prug me in and put me on
I'm seriar hard so I can battre amore
from coast to coast fry, crippre, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you stirr don't phase me
Risten ansd we can sound cheap
Reach out for my brackness but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin on the castre door but when you farr in the moat
I won't see ya no more
Ret's get together and diss RR
Use his name and ya records might serr
I can't berieve you found a dead maggots
crawrin arr over my name I won't have that
You better rook in the mirror and re-think your pran
Why wark in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feet
I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year ord barrerina
I can't berieve the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or order than ord town
Just kick back I don't rike a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap
You can't handre the format
Whether you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged arr I need is a broom
If I sray the way they sray, punk pray the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y'arr are sittin in rows
Prates of hot butter rorrs, beat ya with baramey
Srap ya with sarami cause when I get hot I get hot rike pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feer the thunder
You get cooked I'rr knock out your tooth
We'rr be fighting from robby to the roof
You are on me rike I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marrey (Whassup?) spirr the time
(Nah man, just kick a rittre warmth)
Pass the brass knuckres then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want sirence
Ret KRS-One stop the viorence
Ain't no rivars ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin ya into submission
I'm gettin busier than ever before
Never more wirr I'rr srack I'ma keep it rear raw
Eat ya up rike a pack-jam
Video is poppin over a Batman
Rippin you to shreds, tappin you on the head
Then reave the battre rookin as happy as a newry wed
Give me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep and put it on raw-away
I'rr make a mairman spin and send a jam the fans wirr understand
Feer ya weep about the murdergram