Diss track to this kid who calls himself menace 2 society and b boy 06.
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 crunch you like Nestle, wanna step up and test me/
you've got less than a "50 per cent" chance of bulletproof vesting/
cause I've got you in my scope range and yellow pudding is messy/
phukk your whole game up like Old Nintendos resetting/
menace 2 society my ass, you've fired exactly no shots that hit me/
while this verse is heavier than fat ass lodged in the chimney/
and fresher than a double box of Wrigley/
eager to make your little stupid ass an unsloved mystery along with Pac and Biggie/
I'm in this killing ring with more bite than Mike Tyson/
you sitting down longer than motorists on an expired driver's license/
in the wrong place like a black man on an all white island/
and I'm sicker than Freddy Krueger up all night prowling/
Outta nowhere, this little ignorant dude starting sh*t/
and I've got no damn clue at all what could be the cause of it/
I made a promise to my mom that I'd never hit a retarted kid/
especially a stupid ass wack crack-baby who's father hits/
yo, exactly who in the phukk are you anyway, lil b*tch ass ho/
in a busted canoe floating up the J Malice creek without a paddle/
took a year of tutoring over at rapbattles/
still weak as hell, now all of a sudden, you wanna get into something you can't handle/
on your tracks sounding like a young Geofferey from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air/
worst sounclick sh*t I've ever heard, can't believe you're still there/
might as well pack your bags up and head out elsewhere/
what, I guess you thought you could jump to the next level like Sebastian Telfair/
muthaphukka, I got neon condoms bigger than you/
fourteen years old and think this web drama is cute/
I got news, I don't play them games, I stay in a somber mood/
nearly fell into a coma trying to listen to you/
can't even form proper english, now you wanna box with me b*tch/
stop dreaming, J Malice is a dog you don't wanna get caught in the ring with/
think you've got fire, I've been called to extinguish/
you talk sh*t, I read the labels like a genius/
this menace package is stepping and he's set to get his ass kicked/
grab you faster than a flash with my old man's handy ratchet/
strap you to a mattress with both hands behind your back/
murder, murder, murder, bastard you have no chance, I've had tons of practice/
wack sh*t, you're too excited kid, ya need to settle down quick/
tell me I'm stealing lines with no proof, like some other sh*t around here/
I got unthinkable flow like pissing with a round dick/
one push of this mic button, I killed your whole sound, click(soundclick)
you can't be gripping the mic with all that chicken-sh*t stage fright/
we may be on a movie website, but by no means is this a play fight/
make sure all your buddies get the name right/
cause the next time you're seen, it's at your Grave Sight
