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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 dark Ill every one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a 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 comes I cut off his
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it
Slice ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, hear letter
And you can see quick and thick the can get

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

Kill em

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

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him slow so he could see 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 getting
A of the mind that he never 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 locate his game
When Im through with his brain he the same, man
Did he lose his mind or lost in his
But this aint the and found because ya cant find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in motion frozen

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

Kill em

rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep youll be burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral
Your cerebellum is
conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon response is nonsense

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

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

Then Im a em again
em up kill em again