This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And i need you to show me love

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

And murder leaves no retribution

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention