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
I'll slot you on Fox News like Natalee Holloway/
dad and momma searching they've got alot of calls to make/
may as well call the day/ cause I'll stomp and fillet/
then toss you in a shoe-box to occupy my office space/
I burn like toxic waste, never procrastinate/
reckless method of madness makes all the bastards pass away/
who's got smack to say/ a ratchet in a flash, unlatch your gate/
tons of practice in the act of crashing the pad with hate/
masking tape/ smack ya then wrap it around your face/
drag you out the back so fast, your neck snaps and breaks/
decapitates/ in a massive state/ of nasty, classic rage/
I laugh at fate/ enjoy brash attacks like grab an ax or guage/
faster than a batch of bashful fags masturbate, your existence is finished/
instances in minutes/ ripping skin and diminish/
plug in a blender and swish/ intestines resembling spinach/
I'm consistent with ending the senseless living of misfits/
dig graves at night while the neighborhood sleeps/
slay the freaks/ play for keeps/
as I display my hateful treats/
afraid of me is the way my cases make you be/
goodness chose forsaking me/
when I became the age of three/
my knowledge reflects/ philosopher intellect/
biblical times with gospels programmed this chip in neck/
hot wires intersect/ in the flesh within my chest/
expensive tests were assembled/ and the specimen did progress/
into a mercenary/ trained from birth to bury/
any MC on Earth; cursed, diverse and scary/
search for every worthless jerk and turn to deadly/
force, as I apply work, I'm bezerk and ready/
make overtime shifts for nurses upsetting/
patients in need of coersive surgery, with guts like squirt-spaghetti/
worse than Freddy/ combusting nerves when edgy/
quench my thirst when I spit these words, verses purpose is Armageddon
Much wisdom, I have to put my stuff in em/
rough sense of toughness and stuffed with venom/
up Central, down the rusty, rugged inner/
streets, beef is a gourmet, lovely dinner/
and alleys are populated with nine-lived felines/
who run up beside my side and re-define/
hit and run, they bit their tongue, why why, please why/
talk sh*t and take off, my, my, weak guy/
never hesitant, be throwing out subliminal messages/
like they sweet and contain criminal essences/
must have been tested then injected with estrogen/
while I'm onto getting the armageddeon and still accepting my medicine/
to overthrow you cowards, withholding the power/
to open up a hole, load you up and close then devour/
let smoke roll to put your soul in a choke-hold, unfolding by hours/
water isn't the only thing now that grows cold in your shower/
the more rhymes, the more possibilities/
probably wouldn't believe me at all if I told you how many thoughts were still in me/
each bar is a shot, that's a lot on a long killing spree/
all along, you must have thought that rap for me was a lost ability/
don't kid yourself or rid your health/
whatever you did on the mic, I'm sure you did it swell/
if you're thinking "Malice ain't to be phukked with", well you hit the nail/
psychic trip, watch em drop their sh*t and bail
