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Kill him

Try to the man in front of ya
But it aint the role, the or the money, the
intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if its Ill spark every one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a master has to make musical massacre

Attack your wack till its
Youll hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he it hums
Slice from ear to ear so can hear better
he bleed to death here, hear every letter
And you can see and thick the blood can get

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

Kill em

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

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

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

Looks like another at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to out a search party
Once ya out of ya head ya cant get back
I em a map, but he still get trapped, so
the chamber, the tortures coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll its the punisher

Kill em

Dangerous rhymes performed surgery
so deep youll be bleeding burgundy
My wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your is next
conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon response is nonsense

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

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

Im a kill em again
Wake em up kill em