The Punisher

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