The Punisher

Kill him again

Try to identify, the man in front of ya

But it ain't the gold, the gear, or the money, the

Swift intellectionist wit' pleny a'

Light, 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 mask, show me after

A glass, 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 or hums

Slice from ear to ear, so he can hear better

Before he bleed to death, he'll hear every letter

And you could see how quick and thick ya blood could 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'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, emcees are ransomed

Rhymes'll punish 'em, 'cause they don't undertsand 'em

I heat up his brain, then explain, then I hand 'em

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 him a autopsy, killed by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his eyelid

Killin' him slow so he could see what I did

And if he don't understand what I said

I'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 '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 wit' 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

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 can't get back

I give 'em 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 could 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

Mic's lay around full of ashes

Wit' the victim's name in slashes

I got a long list, and I'mma get every one of ya

Beware of The Punisher

Then I'mma kill 'em again

Wake 'em up, kill 'em again