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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 spark one of ya
I throw a mic in the its a question
I got the it includes directions
Go manufacture a mask me after
A glass of a 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 it hums
Slice ear to ear so till 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 deep in the rhyme Im a
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
through the mind at the end youll find
Its the

em again

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

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
him slow so he could see what I did
And if he understand what I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the 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 sent to
A place harder to find but its all in the

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

Looks like another at the Mardi 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
Prepare the chamber, the tortures up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll its the punisher

em again

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

The last words are blurred mumbled slurred
Then your are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good youre
He couldnt swing or hang so he hung 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 M Cing museum
When I create em, I em and complicate em
You cant save em no ultamatum
lay around full of ashes with the victims name in slashes
Got a list and Im a get every one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a em again
Wake em up em again