Put The Children To Beddy
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
Well if the sh*t ain't hitting the fan again/
got trolls charading and playing like they're mannequins/
you know my last testament was damaging/
do I have to grab my phone and call for the Mercy Ambulance/
when asked for top 5 trolls in the practice/
I noticed this sad cats posts weren't lacking/
as a matter of fact, he didn't wanna have to grab the aspirins/
so he entered my name with a bunch of astericks/
battled me and then quickly hauled ass faster than/
you can imagine, but guess what, he never caused disaster/
get up on Sunday morning and call the pastor/
cause forensics raises questions like what's all the rags for/
scared to leave here so I just attack you in place/
computer screen security has you safe/
but you can still feel me killing you and laughing in your face/
how many Soundclick pages have you erased/
life must be pretty dull without me in it/
hate J Malice, but talk about him every minute/
I'll blow off your phukkin neck with a cyber tek if it's invented/
until then I kill ya with these shots as ya listen/
do you still need father, I don't care if it's night or day/
come here son, I'll sign the papers right away
Hush little baby, don't say a word/
daddy's gonna place you in the dirt/
and if that phukkin dirt ain't settled/
well then daddy's gonna have to have ya beheaded/
and if that knife ain't sharp and ready/
I guess I'll have to use your own machete/
one way or another, kid, ya deady/
Put the children to beddy
Just can't keep your mouth shut, you run it and leave/
early retiremenet, come on, you've already had a hundred of these/
in the comfort of your home, coming at me/
why you keep your balls tucked under your sleeves/
got this mindset that you're the best or/
something, then drop a song which I guess you thought was clever/
still hollaring about a child-molestor/
but I nearly pissed on myself when I heard you on the track phukking with Webster/
kid, seriously, back off or get slaughtered/
take my advice from the summer and follow The Harvest/
really sorry I have no feedback to be offering/
cause through ya verse, all I heard was a bunch of slobbering/
I promise you don't have a single clue of me/
that's why you have me on ignore, you're frightened at a single view of me/
and a suggestion to you from me/
anybody rapping should at least first pass through puberty/
so that way, I won't feel guilty when I'm harming you/
and believe me, J Malice has been known to drop a bomb or two/
I've gone through shit that would make you call your mama to/
reassure you, it's okay baby, I won't let nobody bother you/
yes, I promise for you, I'll be a father, too/
but no kids of mine are gonna be breaking all the rules/
first order of business is a case of child-abuse/
no more Dragon Ball Z until you've cleaned up all the rooms/
Hush little baby, don't say a word/
daddy's gonna place you in the dirt/
and if that phukkin dirt ain't settled/
well then daddy's gonna have to have ya beheaded/
and if that knife ain't sharp and ready/
I guess I'll have to use your own machete/
one way or another, kid, ya deady/
Put the children to beddy
I must have hurt you pretty bad to warrant these attacks/
didn't think I deserved attention, but still giving me tracks/
you don't have to be uptight, calm down, relax/
it's only words, I know you want your innocence back/
but you can't, I've deprived you of happiness/
come here so I can take the mic and slap you with it/
knock some sense into ya, clear the air of crappiness/
and clean your phukkin hair of all the nappiness/
broken-home spawn, nothing to go on/
afraid of everything, only trust your own mom/
I know it gets tough, so you've got to hold on/
put your past behind ya because life goes on/
Hush little baby, don't say a word/
daddy's gonna place you in the dirt/
and if that phukkin dirt ain't settled/
well then daddy's gonna have to have ya beheaded/
and if that knife ain't sharp and ready/
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