Kill him
again!
Try to identufy the man in front of ya
But it ain't the role the gear
or the money the
Swift intellectionist with pleny ya
Bite if it's dark I'll spark
every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd it's a question
I got the answer..it includes
directions:
"Go manufacture a mask
show me after
A glass of a master that has to
make musical massacre..."
Attack your wack 'till it's handicapped,
You'll never hold the mic again,
try to hand it back,
'Cause every rapper that comes,
I cut off his thumbs,
Put a record to his neck,
if he swallows it hums!
Slice from ear to ear- so 'till can hear better,
Before he bleed to death,
here, hear every letter!
And you can see quick and thick
the blood can get
If you try to change the
style or the subject;
As I get deep in the rhyme
I'm becomin' a
Emcee murderer,
before I'm done, I'm a
Prepare the chamber,
the torture's comin' up,
Trip through the mind,
at the end you'll find it's
The punisher
Kill 'em
again!
I hold the mic as hostage,
emcees are ransome,
Rhymes'll punish 'em 'cause they
don't undertsand 'em,
I heat up his brain,
then explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone...that's how
I planned 'em,
Rhymes call information(?), unite
midnught(?),
Like a platoon putting bullet
wounds in the mic,
If ya curse me, it ain't no mercy,
Give him a autopsy,
killed by a verse of me,
I took a kid and cut off his eyelid,
Kill him slow so he could see what I did,
And if he don't understand what I said,
I'm pushing his eye balls
way to the back of his head
So he can see what he's getting into,
A part of the mind that
he never been through,
A journey is coming 'cause
ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but
it's all in the mental,
I ran a brainscan to locate his game plan,
When I'm through with his brain
he ain't the same, man!
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind,
But this ain't the lost and found
because ya can't find
Your foundation; coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion..frozen,
Looks like another murder
at the Mardi Gras, be
!
Too late to send out a search party,
Once ya out of ya head then
ya can't get back,
I give 'em a map,
but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber,
the torture's coming up,
Trip through the mind,
at the end you'll find it's The Punisher
Kill 'em again!
Dangerous rhymes
(are) performed like surgery,
Cuts so deep you'll be
bleeding burgundy,
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex,
Your cerebellum is next!
Your conscience becomes sub- conscious,
Soon your response is nonsense
The last words are blurred,
mumbled then slurred,
Then your verbs are no longer heard,
You get your lung fried so good you're tongue- tied,
The couldn't swing or hang so
he hung 'till he died,
Reincarnate him, and kill him again,
again and again, again and again
I leave him in the mausoleum
so you can see him,
I got a dead- MC'ing museum,
When I create 'em,
I cremate 'em and complicate 'em,
You can't save 'em...there's no ultamatum,
Mic's lay around full of ashes,
with the victim's name in slashes,
Got a long list and I'm a
get every one of ya
Beware of The Punisher!
