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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 intellectionist with ya
Bite, if its dark Ill every one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a master that has to musical massacre

your wack till its handicapped
Youll never the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper that comes I cut off his
Put a to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can better
Before he bleed to death here, hear every
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
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the tortures up
through the mind at the end youll find
Its the

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz they undertsand em
I heat up his brain, explain then I hand him
A microphone thats how I planned em
Rhymes call unite midnight
Like a putting 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
him slow so he could see what I did
And if he dont understand I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes into
A part of the mind that he never through
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

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

Looks another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to out a search party
Once ya out of ya head then ya 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 youll its the punisher

Kill em

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

The last words are mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no longer
You get lung fried 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 no ultamatum
Mics lay full of ashes with the victims name in slashes
Got a long list and Im a get one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
em up kill em again