Kill him again Try to identify the man in front of ya But it ain’t the role, the gear or the money, the Swift intellectionist with plenty 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' Cuz 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 aPrepare 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 ransom Rhymes’ll punish ’em 'cuz 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 midnight 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 didAnd if he don’t understand what I saidI’m pushing his eyeballs 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 'cuz ya getting sent to A place harder to find but it’s all in the mental I ran a brain scan 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 grass, BToo 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 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 He couldn’t swing or hang so he hung ’till he died Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and again I leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him I got a dead M Cing 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 Then I’m a kill ’em again Wake ’em up kill ’em again
Kill him again Try to identify the man in front of ya But it ain’t the role, the gear or the money, the Swift intellectionist with plenty 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' Cuz 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 aPrepare 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 ransom Rhymes’ll punish ’em 'cuz 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 midnight 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 didAnd if he don’t understand what I saidI’m pushing his eyeballs 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 'cuz ya getting sent to A place harder to find but it’s all in the mental I ran a brain scan 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 grass, BToo 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 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 He couldn’t swing or hang so he hung ’till he died Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and again I leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him I got a dead M Cing 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 Then I’m a kill ’em again Wake ’em up kill ’em again
