Michael Jackson 'cause that shit is Off The Wall. You don't believe me, ask that brother Show: snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know. You come wrong if you don't
) How many niggas ever been in love? How many niggas really think they thugs And can't think without the drink and drugs How many niggas can't get in
Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that it's time to go to bed y'all Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is, you know
(I know y'all ain't tired) It's Kanye's workout plan (But I hope not) His workout plan ('Cause on this one I need y'all to give me a soul clap okay?) (
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
. Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael
thousand seaters And all y'all pretty ass Libras My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk Look how
'ma swing this like a cool cat Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab I'm not Michael Jackson or
corner, let him know his corner's on my block I know your fantasy, don't stay, I ain't Jodeci When I used to juggle y'all was crumbs, who didn't notice
in a cab (Uh) Now I ain't the type of brother to go out and pick a fight But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff like Michael Jackson said
up, look at all the shit that we did murder?s a life long bitch if my enemies love they kids You don?t wanna die and I don?t wanna kill ya, keep my name
Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA Ain't all that It's just
right mind Shouldn't have sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use soap I fuck around and piss all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat Don't ever
Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the elephant man Look through my records analyze me like I'm 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
can do Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka [Verse 2: Mister] I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D See, I'm a thrilla
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
the game lord I love where I'm from Hungry ass niggaz better get you some Smart ass niggaz play dumb Y'all can't fuck with the city I run If I snap