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Kill him

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

Attack your till its handicapped
Youll never hold the mic again, try to it back
'Cuz every that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his if he swallows it hums
Slice ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, 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
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the 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 they dont em
I heat up his brain, then then I hand him
A microphone thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information unite
Like a platoon putting wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it 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 understand I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes into
A of the mind that he never been through
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

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

Looks like murder 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 youll find its the

Kill em

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

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

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