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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 plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill every one of ya
I throw a mic in the 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 hand it
'Cuz every rapper that I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can hear
Before he bleed to here, hear every letter
And you can see and thick the blood 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
the chamber the tortures comin up
Trip the mind at the end youll find
Its the

em again

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

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

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

Looks another murder at the Mardi 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
the chamber, the tortures coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll find its the

em again

Dangerous rhymes performed surgery
Cuts so deep youll be bleeding
My intellect wrecks and disconnects cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is
Your conscience becomes
Soon response is nonsense

The last words are blurred mumbled then
Then verbs 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 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 cremate em and em
You cant em theres no ultamatum
Mics lay around full of ashes the victims name in slashes
Got a long list and Im a get one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up em again