Wicked rhymes and going back to the old AlexStalker ways. Sound quality may not be at best since I had to find another way to record.
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
Call me J Malice or Stalker, prowler or monster/
roaming your town murdering for hours or longer/
committed suicide without a revolver/
just to come back and haunt you, creating havoc, it's awful/
make you spineless with these neck-slicers/
parental advisory, cutting you like a text-sniper/
lines of rhymes blowing past you like a breathalizer/
day and night, cobra status, step and bite ya/
get back, you're not ready for these shots/
snap ya neck back, I'm better than they thought/
make ya legs crack, never getting caught/
and every next track, you know I'm coming hectic and raw/
horrifying, death-defying lethal madman/
foes dying as part of the evil ass plan/
denying all the questions people ask and/
shining a brand new casket for a beef's last dance
Malices' code of chaos/
never taking a day off/
but won't hesitate to take a guage, spray and blow your head way off/
don't step to me, lay off/
or your colorful destiny, I'll make it stay away/
you want evidence, check my sheet/
leave if ya don't wanna rest in peace
Under Pressure, stepping with Hostile Measures/
vile treasures embedded in this lyrical style lecture/
no protection once injections from these methods set in/
electric intersections, metal pressing, lengthy bile sessions/
in here and trying to stay stable/
ready to annihilate and strangle with wires and cables/
highly unstable, but able to make a day go/
haywire, cut you in Washington State and hide my blades in San Diego/
through your head, see the knife behind your eyeballs/
kick your brain and make the mind fall/
lace a drink with Lysol and Pine-Sol around 9 o'clock/
splatter white walls in my songs from morn to nightfall/
then I'll stab ten brass pins in your abdomen/
relax and get a mack 10 to splash your limbs and slash skin/
practicing actions of blasting and fracturing/
is a mad habit to have when your passion is rapping/
absolute savage and attacking is drastic/
wrap you in plastic and laughing when tragic/
handy craftsman, tools latching, frame collapsing, bloody mattress/
corpse fragments, just fabulous, psychotic master and immaculate/
I'm a sneaky one, chainsaws in my closet/
making red slaw like taco sauce out of all who walk in/
macabre sh*t and I promise ya'll it's not nonsense/
carve your mom and drop her in a pot with salt in it
Malices' code of chaos/
never taking a day off/
but won't hesitate to take a guage, spray and blow your head way off/
don't step to me, lay off/
or your colorful destiny, I'll make it stay away/
you want evidence, check my sheet/
leave if ya don't wanna rest in peace
