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Kill him

Try to identify the man in of ya
But it the role, the gear or the money, the
Swift with plenty ya
Bite, if its Ill spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the its a question
I got the answer it includes
Go a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make 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 record to his if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so can hear better
Before he to death here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and thick the can get

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

Kill em

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz they dont em
I heat up his brain, then then I hand him
A redhot microphone how I planned em
Rhymes call unite midnight
a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it aint no
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 mind that he been through
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to but its all in the mental

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

Looks like another murder at the grass, B
Too to send out a search 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 coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll find its the

em again

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

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

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

Then Im a em again
em up kill em again