Lyrics:
bitch
That Michael Jackson
I may be slow
But never lacking
Like I am my dick
I'm always packing
Off with yo head
Tell you what's hattenin
Not even
Underdog imma shed the tag yea
Michael Jackson You Know I'm bad
Whoa moon walking I'm in the light
Aye imma star dancing bright at Night Ok
I
brr, brr)
Ayo, Ferragamo goggles, in the day room eatin' nachos
First nigga touch the TV gettin' stabbed, word to Michael, pick one (ah)
Tyson,
no demon
I’mma go, go getter
Michael Jackson with the thriller
Wait, name another nigga that’s realer
Wait, name another nigga that’s triller
Been
Michael Jackson, dancing up on our toes
Girl I feel like Michael Jackson, hitting butterfly notes like
I just wanna touch and kiss and I wish
That I could
heart like glass
Yeah her pussy too divine but how long will it last, yea
Damn Michael Jackson bad nigga
Yeah I see yo bitch looking yea we that nigga
New
heart like glass
Yeah her pussy too divine but how long will it last, yea
Damn Michael Jackson bad nigga
Yeah I see yo bitch looking yea we that nigga
is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
something that ain't tangible
Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie Michael Rocks, hear what he saying to you
Take a trip, took a molly out with Banco
lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson
I feel so good
Yeah, let's go
We ain't rockin' no shell toes
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson
My son's name is Michael Justice Ajani Sterling
Michael after his grandfather, not to mention Jordan, Jackson, and Tyson
See, he came out fighting
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
yo, yo, yo
imma bout to tell you about the time i ran 'nto billy jean
shorty that michael jackson sung about on his joint
yo, she was a crazy freak,
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
'Ms Jackson' and the
Celebratory gender-appeasing 'Call Before
I Come'
Andre, who's stripped down to the
Waist by midway point
Is the most riveting
fashion, get you a new ass imma beat it
Michael Jackson, Jackson, Jackson imma beat
Stop the capping, capping, capping you don’t mean it
Say you don’t love
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
the dark things
My name should be Michael
The way I look up to my kings
Michael Jackson, Jordan, Jean Michael too
Colors and drugs, I would love that
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
she gon Croke
Yes I Love to pistol tote
Mama took my gun when I was young
She Scared I was gonna end my self
used to be so sad now I'm Michael Jackson
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
Fascinating to watch and
In some ways have much to teach us
The rapper known as 50 Cent
(aka Curtis Jackson) would have
To be considered one
Of the more
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