Lyrics:
slim Busta anaas3 menko Michael Jackson
Meka mese ago do anything that you go be asking
From today monitor me me post wo me Stat
Wo picture mey3 no
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
on an Alaskan
I switch flows like nose on Michael Jackson
Amerikkka why you hate us
Stop taxing black skin
Free the babies that are trapped by ICE
People come
To catchy tunes, performed by the great michael jackson
Imagine, they can't fight the need or the urge to be dancing to my stanzas
I think they sense
have to have ‘em
In fact if I don’t I’m gonna kill myself
I’ma thrill myself like Michael
I don’t throw jacks, I’m Jackson
I don’t go back, I’m back, son
'I'll be there' like my name was Michael Jackson
I find more skies to make money than Delta
I guts niggas like a fish and murder em up like helter
And just tell 'em to free Larry Hoover
Me, I'm The Voice, Baby, The Hero
Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah
Been in it a minute, it's crazy I'm winnin'
It
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
adidas
On the top with money bitches by the time you see prolly see this
Diamonds be dancing on me moon walking Michael Jackson
Dropping can I pull up
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
This is Seymour Schwartz reporting for WJOO
I'm outside the residence of Michael Jackson
All these meshuganas are throwing
Flowers at his house
Lake Erie sitting pearing at the green water
Life still in hell, but oh well, save my son and daughters
Michael Jackson in my headphones
Albums in
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early with my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furley, fucking Lavern and Shirley
A lot of rappers are
Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit
moves, in dis life I will achieve
Like Michael Jackson im the baddest you my Billie Jean
It's no lie that I love you, one day prove it on one knee
My
figures, just us niggas,
Sometimes they give us action,
This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson,
It don't matter how much scrilla,
You
Yeah I did it by myself I keep a heater on my belt Michael Jackson the way I beat it left Her feeling on herself it's a thriller everyday we shoot
Jackson
Cuz Im sellin’ albums like a popstar
Nigga Im feelin’ like Im Michael Phelps
Cuz Im the 1st and Im smokin’ hard
All this money comin’ to myself
Im
on my Michael Jackson now
David Ruffin shit, without the powder
Ain't nobody come to see you Kace it's Clint right now
I got a itch right now, a chip
been going stupid but I been smarter
Listen once I lay the blueprint then I'll "Shine" like Carter
Red vests, feeling spooky I'm Michael Jackson to be
niggas got the tools, ain't a secret[00:27.93]Michael Jackson with the tools, make him beat it[00:30.52]Pull up on your block, leave it
(yeah)
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Check (shooter, bang)
Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson
Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
bitch
I got the moves like Michael Jackson like Smooth Criminal, bitch
He keep on running imma spray him, imma dump on his bitch
I'm off a 30, getting
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
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