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Kill him

Try to identify the man in of ya
But it aint the role, the or the money, the
Swift with plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill spark one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd its a
I got the answer it directions
Go a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical

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

If you try to the style or the subject
As I get deep in the rhyme Im a
Emcee before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the tortures up
Trip the mind at the end youll find
Its the

em again

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

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him so he could see what I did
And if he understand what I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the that he never been through
A journey is coming ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

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

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

em again

Dangerous rhymes performed like
Cuts so youll be bleeding burgundy
My wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your is next
conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon response is nonsense

The words are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no longer
You get your fried so good youre tongue-tied
He swing or hang so he hung till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again and again gain and again
I him in the mausoleum so you can see him

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

Then Im a em again
Wake em up em again