the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home Hang up on niggas like, ?I want you to meet my nigga tone, word? Leave me alone like Michael Jackson Or
that they found Dead in the grass With his dick in his ass Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little
wanna smack, whut I do whut I wanna do, whut I go where I wanna go, whut Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut I'll slap Michael Jackson
' "How ya do that?" Third ward hustlaz on these streets chasin' riches Penetentury chances 'cuz this a risky buissiness A No Limit Souldier, Commanderin' Chief An' Michael Jackson
stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
ya I'm a cut yo hair No matter where, it's ugly you don't want to see The capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker! Whoa flippin' motherfucker michael jackson
Verse One a?? Suffa I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support, Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support, Rhyme
stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
Black Steve Rifkin, I am the chairman of the wooden stand of anyone trying to take my seat quick I'm on some Canary Wharf to Wall street shit no Michael
stepped in the room Draped in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke no wet Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex Michael Jackson
brain i got i got i i got all the bitches screaming and the boys on my back i got all the bitches screaming and the boys on my back i got all the bitches screaming
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson. Produced by Michael Jackson. Somebody killed little Susie The girl with the tune, Who sings in the daytime at
Barrett Houston My mommy's name is Caroline And my daddy's name is Michael And my brother's name is Brandon And my sister is danyele Like Michael Jackson
got my lighter up?' 'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us Do like Michael Jackson
freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson
I turn around They are screaming my name (repeats) I swear I was flipping They say I was looking like David Gibson And then I tried to dance like Michael Jackson