Confessions by Malice

[malice]

My girlfriends a whore, but I still love her

Till death do us part, she's closer than my mother

She makes me happy. She makes me sad

She gives me a hard-on like I've never had

At times she is sweet and others shes not

At times I feel beat by an emotional plot

My girlfriends a whore and I cant take it

She consistently told me we're going to make it

My girlfriends a psycho I feel so oppressed

schizophrenic, bi-polar and manically depressed

My girlfriend is right and Im always wrong

Hold on.......

She just text'd me, I woln't be long

I looked at the text and heres what it said

"Your no better than Heather your fucked up in the head

You were trash when I met you and nothing has changed

You got lucky when you met but I see you are deranged

Now your back to square one a loser, a liar and one lonely sole

Fuck you you ugly, white trash, ass hole

Your only future is graveyard at 7-11

Oh by the way, Im still fucking Kevin

Your such a joke I wish you deceased

Theres only one thing left to say and that is peace"

As I stare at the message the letters begin to run

And all I can think is its been real fun

My girlfriend is my girl no more

Dont you get my point the bitch is a whore..............

[Niger Angelus]

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, reminds me of a girl I dated a couple years ago.

[theMerciless1]

they're all whores

[Deadly Crescent Kick]

*applauds*

[Jesus Chrystler]

Your girlfriend's a whore and I don't love her
but she lets me come on her face after I fuck her
I sodomize her with a 9 inch dildo
then I wipe that shit all over your pillow
your girl sucks dick like a specialized pro
just thinking about her mouth makes my cock grow
how she works the shaft and swallows the balls
I leave enough cum in her hair to paint the walls

I fuck your girlfriend...
in the ass, in the mouth, between her tits
I fuck your girlfriend...
cum in her mouth and she never spits
I fuck your girlfriend...
cause she says you don't know how to fuck her right
I fuck your girlfriend...
cause even though that twat's wore out, her asshole's tight

now I'm sure you've heard this all before
but if you you fucked her right, she'd only be your whore
she wouldn't need to go out lookin for cock
leavin you alone to jerk off in a sock
You gotta give it to her rough, that's what she like
eat that pussy like a fucking bull-dike
pull her hair, slap that ass, like that pussy ain't free
oh shit, hang on, the bitch just texted me....

"hey there JC, I just got rid of limp dick
that fucking loser really makes me sick
anyway, you wanna come over for some poose
I'm excited thinking about you, I'm really getting juiced"

so, in closing, yes, your girl is a ho
now, if you'd excuse me I really gotta go

[ June 22, 2005, 06:48 PM: Message edited by: Jesus Chrystler ]

[MAGICLIT]

thats beautiful

[Niger Angelus]

Tis' it is.

[malice]

God please tell me what Im doing wrong

I fuck the bitch hard and Im 8 inches long

I smack her ass violently and I hit it in the shower

If the bitch doesn't cum I put my face in her flower

Something was wrong so while she was pissing

I looked in the drawer realized condoms were missing

I tell her I love her and look like a fool

Why oh why does she sleep with that tool

In anger and rage I began to lose my mind

I could not think straight I poured a glass of wine

One, two, three cups went down

Got more and more mad when I pictured of this clown

cried for so long my cheeks started to chafe

I walked to my closet and opened my safe

Got a box from my drawer right under the socks

Emptied the hollows and loaded the shocks

Pulled back the slide and loaded my Glock

Pull back my pride this shit needs stop

Im smarter than him and Im smarter than her

All of the anger started to deter

A voice in my head started to speak

"Why do you make yourself so incredablly bleak

Forget that whore and go find a wife

If you lose it tonight, your gonna do life"

My girlfriends a whore and I want her to leave

But little does she know I have a trick up my sleeve

I went to the clinic an found a certian man

I put a needle in his arm and 20 in his hand

At home that night I sliped her a pill

When she passed out I went for the kill

Right in her vain I inserted the needle

Thought to myself Im so fucking evil

I poked holes in every condom and even bought more

Poked holes in them all and closed up the drawer

Left the next day and gave her a kiss

This is one whore that I just will not miss

Later that night I looked in the trash

There lie four rappers and condoms I stached

I laughed real hard and smile lit my face

I laughed so loud you could hear me from space

I packed my shit and I wrote her a note

"I must leave now and you know I hate to gloat

I know what you've done and I hope you do see

You and your friend both have H.I.V."

[Ironic Mustache]

You're really R Kelly aren't you? Can we expect another 3 parts to this epic saga?

[malice]

No Im not R. Kelly, I just write his lyrics when he's too busy pissing on bitches.

[Jesus Chrystler]

that was a nice little plan, but I've got news for ya, Jack
I already caught the HIV about 5 years back
your girl already knew what she had
not only did she give it to you, but also your dad
your brother, the guy down the street
I fucked your world up with the drip from my meat

I often go to the clinic to pick up my pill
I'd really like to thank you for that 20 dollar bill
it'll come in handy later, when I take out your sister
I almost got her last week, just narrowly missed her
she sucked me off but I've gotta be sure
to infect with the virus that has no cure

I'm a killer, I know, but I have a trick
I don't use knives or guns, just a shot from my dick
I've infected more people than you likely know
but if you live like ho, you to die like a ho

[Repugnant Abomination]

Dude this is fucking awesome!

[malice]

My plan didn't work, I thought it was great

from what this scum says Im 5 years too late

Fuuuuuuuuuck, shit, mother fucking, cock sucking

I've lost everything and now I have nothing

I should have never spent that weekend at the shore

I would have never met that dirty fucking whore

only one thing to do before I even the score

Looked up Magic Johnson to obtain the cure

I called up some friends said met me at 4:00

Put my guns in a bag and went for the door

We met at a place it was called the 4th floor

We met in a room it was secluded and obscure

The meeting was finished we all had one goal

There was now a hit out on this fucking asshole

I want him alive I want him to suffer

That no good Aids having, home wreching mother fucker

Now this is it, we knew what to do

Kidnap him and his whole family too

I found out his name, I found out his number

We began with his sister then raped his mother

His father was dead so his dog took his spot

Flew in Cory Williamson who thought the dog was hot


He had a grandfather and mother who lived

But not for much longer cause their grandson gave me the HIV

I rounded them up and tied them to chairs

Rolled them through the kitchen and pushed them down the stairs

The basement was dark no windows no light

Damn his sister pussy was really fucking tight

I hate fucking people who give others diseases

Now it's time to get the man who calls himself Jesus

[Ironic Mustache]

Jesus has god and god knows the cure,
In less than five minutes, his blood would be pure.

To take out the son, you must first kill the dad,
The task of this murder should not be too bad.

If you follow my lead, and do as I say,
The blood of His son, will be on your hands this day.

First gather supplies, gasoline and a bottle,
A rag and a lighter, there’s no time to dawdle.

Fill the bottle with gas, use the rag as a fuse.
Light up the end and get ready to use.

Wait for the asshole to not pay attention,
Then toss it and show him divine intervention.

Ignore his screams and walk away fast,
This was your first killing, but it isn’t your last.

Jesus is next on this hitlist from hell.
Blasphemy turns out to be fucking swell.

I know you wanted to use aids for him,
But that’s boring and the chances of carnage are slim.

How can you top when you molotov’d god?
Certainly not with your aids-ridden rod.

I’ve taught you everything that you need to know,
So use all your talents and give it a go.

Go have some fun, I wish you the best.
Good luck to you on your murderous quest!

[ June 24, 2005, 10:55 AM: Message edited by: Ironic Mustache ]

[Ironic Mustache]

Malice you'd better be writing your reply right now.

[farawayfromhere]

This is wonderful, I don't think I have ever been more impressed.

[malice]

After this message from Mr. Mustache

I went to the station, filled a bottle with gas

I grabbed myself a rag and went to find a lighter

Fucked his sister in the ass which was so much tighter

I had everything in which I was instructed

"Shut the fuck up bitch", she was crying about being abducted

I turned back around and untied his brother

put a gun to his head said "go fuck your mother"

He did not cooperate he did not concede

I tied him back up and hacked off his knee

Left from the basement and locked up the door

Now I was ready to settle the score

But one thing was not certian and this could be bad

Where in the fuck do I find his dad

All of a sudden my plans started to clash

I need to go find this Mr. Mustache

[Niger Angelus]

This is great, great people.

[the Butcher]

so...you should have done all of this ebonics spewing in <font color="red">this thread instead </font> , but oh well.

[ June 24, 2005, 01:38 PM: Message edited by: the Butcher ]

[Ironic Mustache]

Now I’m confused as to whom you are killing,
I thought it was jesus’ blood you’d be spilling.

You speak of these mothers and sisters and shit,
What part of the following, did I not get?

“It’s time to kill Jesus” is what you proclaimed,
yet he continues to live, not even maimed?

Forget everyone else, except for his pops,
Use discretion this time, we don’t need any cops.

Quit all this slacking and go murder god,
And don’t come back here ‘till he sleeps with the cod!

[Jesus Chrystler]

I don't know who you're killing, but go for the gold
I have no family other than my father who's withered and old
if you want to go after him, I suppose it's your right
but he's in a place where security's tight
you see, since 1970 he's been locked away
a sort of political prisoner with not much to say
he did nothing wrong but I'm not here to debate
it all comes down to his friends killing some bitch named Tate
he shares a cell block with Sirhan Sirhan, they make quite the duo
if you want to find him he's California state prisoner B-33920

if you really want to kill me, please do you best
many have tried, now they're all laid to rest
I deserve to die for my only true passion
which is killing motherfuckers in a most heinous fashion
the world's become dull, it's hard to get a thrill
guess I learned from dad's friends how to chase and to kill
to bathe in fire might give me the rush that I seek
but to be honest that method seems kinda weak

when I'm not out infecting the unsuspecting
I still kill in ways that are quite reflecting
the things that were done by my father's friends
many lives have been brought to their ends
by my own two hands, never a gun
being that far away just isn't any fun
you've got to feel them die, hear the death prattle
you've got to see them cry, then slay them like cattle
killing's like fucking, you've got to be close
what's the point of taking a life if you don't feel their throes?

[malice]

California state? this guy must be nuts

He's setting me up to be eaten for lunch

I see right through all his misdirection

I must put an end to his drip dick infection

I needed some proof so I called up Mr. Ben

Who knows many people serving life in the pen.

I checked out his story and it didnt match

Inmate B-33920 is a guy known as "Scratch"

I did find a man to whom they call "God"

But where he was held did seemed kinda odd

A remote state prision one mile from Cape Cod

Ten miles from my Aunt and Great Uncle Rod

This worked out well cause a guy named Larry

Brother of Sam his sisters name's Marry

Has been serving a sentence since 1978

He was the best friend of this "bitch" known as Tate

I made a promise to him and I will follow through

If you kill God, I will reimburse you

Theres only one thing, he must be burned

Then you will get the half a million you've earned

Three days later I got a call

From the Holiday Inn right next to the mall

It was Larry's brother he said "Its been done"

"Now go to the bank and transfer the funds"

I said "wheres my proof", all I hear was a tone

For the next Five minutes my mind started to roam

A picture came from under the door

It was the father and son I've been looking for

It was God & Jesus when he was just a boy

With liquor in his hand instead of a toy

This poor kid never knew right from wrong

After I kill him I'll write him a song

Behind this picture was another that looked scary

God lay dead and behind him was Larry

I must say I was happy to see this

Now it is time to go find Jesus.........

[StabMaster Arson]

click
I think I know who his dad might be... you dumb bastard.

[ July 01, 2005, 12:43 AM: Message edited by: StabMaster Arson ]

[malice]

Dear Mr. Arson,

You are so right I am such a stupid fool for not knowing Charles Manson's prison #, maybe thats because I dont idolize mass murderers who think niggers are going to take over the world and want to become their little white bitch (why you know so much I could only guess). Why dont you go spend more of your law suit money on hookers and crack and shut the fuck up, this thread does not concern you.

Thank you very much,
Sincerely Malice

[ July 01, 2005, 07:43 AM: Message edited by: malice ]

[MAGICLIT]

What a nice note.