Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

Kill him

Try to identify the man in of ya
But it aint the role, the or the money, the
Swift with plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd its a
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a master that has to make massacre

Attack your wack till its
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 till can hear
Before he to death here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and the blood can get

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

Kill em

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are
Rhymesll punish em they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then explain then I him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
Like a platoon bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it no mercy
Give him a autopsy, killed by a 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 eyeballs way to the of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind that he never through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting to
A place to find but its all in the mental

I ran a brain 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 aint the and found because ya cant find
foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

like another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too to send out a search 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 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 is next
conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon response is nonsense

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

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

Im a kill em again
Wake em up em again