Malcontent Intro

If it bleeds, I can kill it. Death wish? I'll fulfill it

You get tagged while tryna run, get off the ground, bro you still it

If you pull a pistol better use it, word to Chekhov

And have my money right; get checked off if my checks off

Foley send hell. Salute you with ten bells

Hate you posers wanna murder you bitches like incels

Scream like Sindel. Big boss like Shao Kahn (Don't make me laugh)

King put hammers to ya chess you niggas is all pawns

Game isn't black and white, but I'm known for attacking mics

Don't need hype like these rappers might, you know children all act alike

They my sons, I feel ashamed, but really thought that I had no kids

Til they showed me, how I fathered they style, no Maury Povich