Real serious tone on this track. Coming hard and straight up with the lyrics.
Been into this rap thing for 20 years now, listening and studying more than practicing. At 25 years old, I'm finally making moves. Yeah, it's long over due, but it is all in due time. Listening to my songs and checking out my page, people may get the idea that J Malice is a monster or sicko; couldn't be further from the truth. J Malice has a heart and is willing to bet any amount of wealth that it's bigger than anyone who chooses to come through here. Don't judge a book by it's cover. You have to open the pages and read inside if you really want to know about someone.
Story behind the song
Need to get a bunch of hard-hitters up on my page.
Lyrics
J_Malice next in line to step and wreck your spine/
develish cleverness within this flesh of mine/
professional rhymes make you question just how precious is time/
terroristic threats, more dangerous than wrestling a lion/
trying to understand me shatters brain cells to pieces/
draining your blood dry like a million leaches/
hell's teacher, rock hard fist to swell a preacher/
just a few things to think about if I should ever meet cha/
I'm like liquor with no chaser in a McDonald's cup/
bottoms up, once I start, you'll know it's hot enough/
you're not worthy, I'll make sure you've got it rough/
set you out like old record collections and watch you start to rust/
knock you through the window like a child not strapped in the seat/
no match for me, make up an excuse like you have to eat/
I'm half psycho, half beast, hear your wack sh*t with apathy/
and ask myself how you wonder, "why do they laugh at me"/
I get high snorting rap dust up my nose/
leave a weak cat laid out covered with brusies and tons of phukkin holes/
cut ya from head to toe and make you pee like the sluts go/
can you find anyone crazier than me, HA, I'd love to know/
I'll spit slow and switch to puree in a flash/
calm and collective like Playmate bitches taking a bath/
today just ain't your day, no one is saving your ass/
disgrace, a bag full of human waste, leave you laying in grass/
I wanna demolish the very ground from beneath you fast/
while you're fallin, grab a fan belt and beat your ass/
I give suckas chills like someone done unplugged their heating pad/
unfortunately make you rack up on burns of the third degree and scabs/
show-stopper, take your breath like hoes with old knockers/
nowhere to go, the hospital is full of cold-doctors/
slow start, but now roll with a flow that won't stop/
and devour this game like an over-grown monster/
feeding on objectives, never-sleeping-detective/
keep cats recieving threats because they be on my checklist/
microphone-destined from my birth and ever since/
stepping in waters and testing methods, reckless/
blasting like Rocket putting the hole in little warlock/
you see me on the floor, a warning, keep ya door locked/
never clam down, it's nothing but more shots/
and I've got an APB out on all the dork cops/
getting tired of all these Dora The Explorer weasels/
you don't wanna see me, but yo how can you ignore a diesel/
Robbie Rotten whores, game over, war with me'll/
end you b*tches, it's expensive, you can't afford a deal, get on the floor and kneal/
I grip this mic so hard I squeeze the life from it/
all the chaos abroad in front of ya'll, I done it/
temperature rises to 500 combined with my thunder/
that makes horrible circumstances you can't survive under/
