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Kill him

Try to the man in front 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 manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a that has to make musical massacre

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

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

em again

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

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

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

Looks like another at the Mardi grass, B
Too to send out a search party
Once ya out of ya then 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 find its the punisher

em again

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

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

I got a dead M Cing
When I create em, I em and complicate em
You cant save em theres no
Mics lay full of ashes with 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