The Punisher

Kill em' again! [Verse 1] 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 'til 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! [Verse 2] 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! [Verse 3] 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 quick 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!