This is a song about "Malice"

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Bigger than a palace i'm more bitter than malice you're a quitter

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Stack your caskets my lyrics are magnets to malice on maggots.

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Benign and malice keep me clean up top

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Malcontents in the middle more concerned with the malice

Murder without malice, no remorse was shown in dallas

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Meanwhile the nation's dehydrated, they cryin malice