This is a song about "Sinister minister"

You call yourself the sinister,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I've become a sinister

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Am i behind this, i'm just like this sinister highness

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

An evil motherfucker, so damn sinister

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

And i'm the sinister mr. kiss-my-ass, it's just the

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

So bow down, nobody talks about when sinister rhymes,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell