Caritas' Own

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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.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General

Charts

Peak #17,296

Peak in subgenre #10,473

Uploaded

August 09, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.3 MB • 128 kbps • 5:47

Lyrics

Rolling through the blocks in my beat down Ford/
droppin sausage and biscuits in my floor board/
my esaphagus is chill from the coke I poured/
on my way to the gassey about to grab a forty/
needing to get tore cause it's just another 24/
old lady done put my ass out the door/
Iron Maiden and Soulja Slim blasting of course/
red light, I'm getting looks from fabulous whores/
drifted in behind behind me, following now/
pulled over and these girlies stepped out/
yo, are ya'll trying to follow me around/
they said no, they just don't know their way around the south/
well I gotta spot I know where we can settle down/
kick back some Jackie D and a bottle of Crown/
then I'll throw on some of these funky sounds/
follow me, it's over here on the edge of town

Hit I-65 on my way to the spot/
feeling froggy with these new chicks I got/
brunette and built, oh my God they hot/
like firecrackers on the 4th of July getting shot/
walking like Big Macs stuffed in the crotch/
to get those tight pants on, these hoes fought/
here's the exit, by the club for the people playing golf/
hit the turn signal so they know to get off/
pulled into a dirty, dusty part of the city/
ran down and infested with creatures and sh*tties/
looking like it was occupied by Frank Nitty/
straight to the abandoned house where I've gone plenty/
park your phukkin car girl and show me them titties/
I don't care where we are, sh*t let's get busy/
liquor store up the road, what you got, I got 50/
need to get that sh*t to rip me

Went and got the 40 from my car/
opened the trunk to some sh*t that's bizarre/
lots of implements for making homemade scars/
tire iron, hatchet, hammer and crowbar/
and every single time Malice starts getting hard/
he gets this ugly strange feeling up in his heart/
then tilts his head back to look at the stars/
this damn dude is darker than a film noir/
there's them b*tches coming back with the liquor/
haven't even had a drink, but now I'm getting sicker/
went into the old house, should be to deliver/
but I sat down on the couch and phukkin hit her/
and then the other one, not stopping for air/
my face is getting messy with the sh*t caught in her hair/
I leave em laying dead and take the bottles there/
put the steel in my car next to the asylum files that my doctor prepared

Riding away with those visions still fresh/
swinging the crowbar and breaking their heads/
residue dripping, falling down from the breast/
these b*tches were meant to be left for death/
just let em lay, they need their phukkin rest/
got this sh*t all in my seat and laughing, I'm obsessed/
didn't even have a chance to get undressed/
so I can explore the anatomy, starting with the chest/
doesn't matter yo, I'm an animal/
pieces of them still in my hands ya know/
they're worthless, they just had to go/
homicide in the 1st degree is my anticedote/
got nowhere to go so I'm cruising the states/
watching the top stories on all the news breaks/
searching for the next one to have a crude fate/
do you see death when you're looking at this cute face

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