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