(hook) Why can't you see, I'm not the man you think I am Please run from me, run as quickly as you can I can't believe, you think I'm such a normal man Please run from me, You can never trust me 2X I've got some issues That might be true , but I bet I won't need no tissues I've coped with the fact that my thoughts all black I'm a twisted f** like juijitsu But I gotta play the part to mislead you f**in with the quiet kid, he can't beat you But you'll be surprised to find the price of your life Anit much ya f** I'll dismiss you if Ya got a pumped up chest like your sh** don't stank Get ta whippin em with the pistol, flippin the finger to ya face You be trippin if you thinkin I'm a nice guy mane When the sun goes down I'm coming out with fangs To bite the necks of all the lames I really wanna be the one to cause the pain I'll skin em when I get em rip it all away It ain't wrong to k** sh**, ya'll ta blame I'm the sickest that be, I've told em before but they still don't agree? They'll never believe til they're hung from a tree Stickin pins in them b**hes, cut em up into pieces Oblivious to my sick antics, blood covered hands, no that's a problem f**in with a lyrical k**er, tormented by issues So vicious and ever evolving, so tell me why (hook) So you'd better think twice for you pa** that judgment Put you in a better place, dirt, you'll love it Everybody thinkin that they know me, sh** You may think I'm sane but I'm so far from it Maybe it's a god complex or something Tellin me to take whats mine, so I stuck em Kick em to the curb, bite down and stomp em Do what I gotta do to get the meat so f** em all I'm coming to get your liver Preferably one from the b**hes who shiver When speaking about me like snakes they slither That tends to be tough to deliver so I've gotta go out and get it myself In public like jack the ripper, attackin b**hes, and rippin it out of em, rags to riches But I still don't really get it, you ain't lookin at me timid If you knew what I would do to you I bet that you'd be dippin Neva trippin off a little bit of blood I lick it up And imma open up a vein and imma fill another cup And if he still ain't a believer, I ain't showin him enough? Then imma drag him to the cellar to get acquainted with the pain Imma hang him on a meat hook, skin his a** raw Makin sure he neva forgettin my mutha f**in name is Malice (hook)