Kill him again!

Try to identufy the man in front of ya
But it ainÂ’t the role, the gear, or the money, the
Swift intellectionist with pleny, ya
Bite, if itÂ’s dark IÂ’ll spark every one of ya,
I throw a mic in the crowd, itÂ’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 Â’till itÂ’s handicapped,
YouÂ’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 Â’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 IÂ’m becominÂ’ a
Emcee murderer...before IÂ’m done, IÂ’m a
Prepare the chamber, the tortureÂ’s cominÂ’ up,
Trip through the mind, at the end youÂ’ll find itÂ’s
The punisher....

Kill Â’em again!

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are ransome,
RhymesÂ’ll punish Â’em cuz they donÂ’t undertsand Â’em,
I heat up his brain, then explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone...thatÂ’s how I planned Â’em,
Rhymes call information(? ), unite midnught(? ),
Like a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic,
If ya curse me, it ainÂ’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 donÂ’t understand what I said,
IÂ’m pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what heÂ’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 itÂ’s all in the mental,
I ran a brainscan to locate his game plan,
When IÂ’m through with his brain he ainÂ’t the same, man!
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind,
But this ainÂ’t the lost and found because ya canÂ’t find
Your foundation; coasting, your mind is
Drifting, 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 canÂ’t get back,
I give Â’em a map, but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the tortureÂ’s coming up,
Trip through the mind, at the end youÂ’ll find itÂ’s the punisher....

Kill Â’em again!

Dangerous rhymes (are) performed like surgery,
Cuts so deep youÂ’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 youÂ’re tongue-tied,
He couldnÂ’t swing or hang so he hung Â’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-mcÂ’ing museum,
When I create Â’em, I cremate Â’em and complicate Â’em,
You canÂ’t save Â’em...thereÂ’s no ultamatum,
MicÂ’s lay around full of ashes, with the victimÂ’s name in slashes,
Got a long list and IÂ’m a get every one of ya...
Beware of the punisher!

Then IÂ’m a kill Â’em again!

Wake Â’em up...kill Â’em again!