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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 a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go a mask show me after
A of a master that has to make musical massacre

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

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

Kill em

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

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

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

like 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 give em a map, but he get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the coming up
through the mind, at the end youll find its the punisher

Kill em

rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep be bleeding burgundy
My intellect and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your is next
Your conscience becomes
Soon your is nonsense

The last are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then your are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so youre tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or hang so he hung 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 dead M museum
When I create em, I cremate em and em
You save em theres no ultamatum
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 kill em
Wake em up em again