Symphony Of Sinister (The Remix)
Felt like getting one of my oldies out and putting it to a different beat. I think it's tight. Mad props to Tech!
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.
Lyrics
Resident Evil, I'm killin, hesitant, leathal/
I was blessed and confessed, reborn an evil specimen sequel/
Rip off flesh in a steeple, stab a hundred preachers/
while my sins wait in rest on my quest to lessen people/
shoot up a school like Eric Harris and Dylan Cleebold/
couple car bombs and invest in some firearms that leave holes/
respect me or you'll lose intestines through your pee hole/
my existence before this makes an interesting prequel/
have your stomach looking rotted can spaghetti/
performing surgery, I use this glock and machete/
saw off your limbs, then toss like confetti/
you know that I'm coming, so you've got to get ready/
I'm solid and deadly, packed with knowledge and edgy/
unloading at the thought of an MC trying to cross my line I've drawn steady/
sawing, beheading, stalling, then ready/
come on, my boiler room is hotter than Freddy's/
with this chip in my neck, I'm representing my set/
flippin, rippin, spittin, inventing tight sh*t/
you might slip, I'm a conditioned, white traditional vet/
and they quickly forget all my sickening threats/
I'll even lay that f_____g mouse from Disney to rest/
I'm like a poisonous dart wound/
stabbing like a harpoon/
listen to your heart say, it's getting dark soon/
so you don't wanna be lost in the park, cause you know you're marked, listen for the dogs to bark cause I'm coming to stalk you/
I have no pills, but I'm prepared to go ill/
and kill more hoes than Buffalo Bill/
throw you down a snow hill/
and with a snow-mobile/
put blades on the tires to run over everyone of your so freezing cold chills/
and your mind-blowing slow skills are like Nemo's gill/
handicapped, which allows me to explode and go thrill/
sucka MC's and throw a whole deal of metal and hot coals at throats for slow kills/
guts of cats departed/
that's my type of fashion party/
corpses stinking like a fat ass man who naturally mastered farting/
but first I've gotta catch the body fast and grab Bacardi/
latch a drinking glass and then get plastered, but no falling/
I'll keep stabbing you regardless/
of blood splashing in carpet/
gashes, cracks and slashes after half this madness started/
take it easy on a bastard rapper, with laughter, that's retarted/
I'ma have these people askin bout their sandwiches at Arby's
