kill em 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 of bite if it s dark i ll spark every one of ya i throw a mic in the crowd if it s questioned i got the answer it includes directions go manufacture a match show me after a blast of a master that has to make musical massacre attack your rap till it s handicapped you ll never hold the mic again try to hand it back for 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 he can hear better before he bleed to death hear hear every letter and you can see how 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 mc murderer before i m done i mma 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 mc s as ransom rhymes ll punish em cause they don t understand em i heat up his brain then explain that i hand him a red hot microphone that s how i brand em rhymes fall in formation unite and ignite like a platoon puttin bullet wounds in the mic if ya curse me it ain t no mercy give em an autopsy killed by versin me i took a kid and cut off his eyelids killin him slow so he could see what i did and if he don t understand what i said i m pushin his eyeballs wayyyy to the back of his head so he can see what he s gettin into a part of the mind that he never been through a journey is comin cause ya gettin sent to a place harder to find but it s all in the mental i run 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 coastin your mind is driftin in slow motion frozen looks like another murder at the mardi gras b too late to send out a search party once ya out of ya head then ya can t get back i give him a map but he still get trapped so 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 dangerous rhymes performed like surgery cuts so deep you ll be bleedin 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 again and again i leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him i got a dead emceein museum when i create em i cremate em and complicate em you can t save em there s no ultimatum mics lay around full of ashes with the victim s name in slashes got a long list and i mma get every one of ya beware of the punisher then i ma kill em again wake em up kill em again 3
['alternative hip hop', 'bboy', 'east coast hip hop', 'gangster rap', 'golden age hip hop', 'hardcore hip hop', 'hip hop', 'old school hip hop', 'rap']