Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

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 Ill spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the its a question
I got the it includes directions
Go a mask show me after
A of a master that has to make musical massacre

Attack wack till its handicapped
Youll hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper that I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it
from ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he bleed to here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and the blood can get

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

Kill em

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

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him slow so he see what I did
And if he understand what I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind that he been through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting to
A place harder to find but its all in the

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 ya cant find
foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

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

em again

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

The last words are blurred mumbled then
Then your verbs are no heard
You get your lung fried so good tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or 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
I create em, I cremate em and complicate em
You cant save em theres no
Mics lay around of ashes with the victims name in slashes
Got a long list and Im a get one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a em again
em up kill em again