If you don't like it pack your bags and get the f** out of dodge! Don't need ya I'm by myself in this, I'm startin ta see that But I just wish Ya'll wouldn't question where the f** my minds at I'm a stand up dude, but i spit so lewd i gotta be bad Right? all my life I've dealt with this keep provin wrong pompous prudes This, music be my vessel that i use to convey These thoughts of sickness that everybody got but most keep at bay I set mine free, at a cost to me, with honest hope you'll enjoy These tales of horror i have conjured up but no you destroy My essense, Neglectin, My art, straight rippin out my heart Disgusted by my music, or the image that i impart But you got it twisted if you think i'm switchin, pistol whippin Til the day I D I E, down where they rest my victims Neva gonna leave my system, if it does, I'm dippin out with em I ain't lookin for f**in sympathy, just sick and tired of your b**hin, soo Imma put the paint on, spittin my napalm, anybody got qualms, bet they won't stay calm When i get to rippin it and make em all look impatent, i'm spittin my sickest sh** ever whatcha gonna say punk? HOOK Dark Words so sick and provoking, weapons i'm dying to use I'd give my life for my music, fight til i'm battered and bruised This is the path of my choosing, I will not bargain with fools Stand down I'm never conforming, Over my dead body, f** you
They say "its good but thats some twisted sh**, i dont think its ever gonna find its place" I know that its slightly sick dip sh**, why you think i put the paint on? gotta hide my face Not ashamed of, i'm embracin it, i put a face for the thoughts and named it MALICE, sick f** from another realm like ALICE, comin for your head cheese, bum rush the palace People lookin at me like its nothin but a gimmick but how could it be a gimmick when in everyday I live it I put the paint on, my way of dealin with it, bu the nice guy hides behind the painted villian All I ever wanted was to entertain, so i hopped up in a game with a bunch of lames Who all spit swag sh**, ya'll sound the same, imma hop up in the booth hopin to bring some change But dont you test my boundry waters thinkin you can swim Fish, might have ta flip the script real quick and cut you like the b**h you is I'm a f**in monster, fe fi foe fum, swingin big dick I'll put my stamp up on that, certified, f**in with the realness I keep droppin bangers, lyrical sickness, rippin ill sh** Some of ya'll just so blind to that, all you hear is, KILL sh*t If your thinkin i'm bound ta switch my lip, I'd rather be six deep, covered in piss Than a limp dick p**y with an infant grip, imma rip this sh** til your neck gets slit b**h HOOK