Lyrics:

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