Once again, just getting crazy and sick with the lyrics. Blood-thristy in this one.
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 get pissed more than urethras in the morning/
I'm ill enough to come through and beat ya when you're snoring/
you recieved warnings, but I made them weak and pointless/
scream and screech while I'm keen to enjoy this/
my employment is to weed out all unworthy hopefuls/
I'm cursed to burst and turn this universe into a burning show full/
of graphic violent flows that churn and burn totals/
of massive destruction from LA across to the Jersey coast/
and if you think for one second, I don't do my job properly/
walk on up, on my property and see if you can possibly stop me/
all you bastards mocking me, jocking me and hawking me/
hoping I'ma fall, but check this, the game ain't dropping me/
ya'll can honestly, probably, take a shot at me/
but it won't phase as I'm amazing with my prophecies/
all of these thoughts of me forseeing the fall of the/
world, are coming true and I'm a one man wrecking crew, so don't follow me/
I'm sick and twisted, without one ounce of remorse/
found a corpse, stripped it down to the shorts/
slit the throat with knives, crayons and forks/
pound by pound, I cooked that sh*t and drowned it in pork/
I destroy for fun and as a hobby, mutilate/
I'm easily, without a doubt, an easy one for you to hate/
I've been through the grades of human torcher and produced the pain/
made b*tches not wanna come outside, but not due to rain/
just standing in the street as the drops pour down/
why you wanna call the cops for now/
is it illegal to stand in the street and watch the pure ground/
fill up with angel tears, while I shock your town/
treat me as you will, just know that I'm around you/
astounded by how fast I done found you/
now you can go to sleep, as that feeling surrounds you/
there's no level of insanity that I can't amount to/
I'm livid, sick with it, no limits/
intense intentions to kill millions/
in a second, sawing up intestines/
piss is where you're destined to rest in
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/
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 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
