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Kill him

Try to the man in front of ya
But it the role, the gear or the money, the
intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill spark one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a mask me after
A glass of a that has to make musical massacre

Attack your till its handicapped
Youll never hold the mic again, try to it back
'Cuz every that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, every letter
And you can see and thick the blood can get

If you try to change the style or the
As I get in the rhyme Im becomin a
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
through the mind at the end youll find
Its the

Kill em

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone how I planned em
Rhymes call information unite
Like a platoon bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it no mercy
Give him a autopsy, killed by a of me

I took a kid and cut off his
Kill him slow so he see what I did
And if he dont what I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the of his head
So he can see what hes into
A part of the mind he never been through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting to
A harder to find but its all in the mental

I ran a scan to locate his game plan
When Im through with his he aint the same, man
Did he lose his mind or lost in his
But this aint the and found because ya cant find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

Looks like another murder at the grass, B
Too late to send out a party
Once ya out of ya head then ya cant get
I give em a map, but he get trapped, so
the chamber, the tortures coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end find its the punisher

Kill em

Dangerous rhymes performed surgery
so deep youll be bleeding burgundy
My intellect and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your is next
Your conscience becomes
your response is nonsense

The last words are blurred mumbled then
your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung so good youre tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or hang so he till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again and again gain and again
I leave him in the so you can see him

I got a M Cing museum
I create em, I cremate em and complicate em
You cant save em theres no
Mics lay around full of ashes with the name in slashes
Got a list and Im a get every one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up em again