aaaabuuuuuuse, just leave, hee, just leave my place, let me enjoy my freedom, let me take my place as the king of pop! ow 3rd verse leave, heee just leave
bullets, keep my wig in play Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But
just saw him in Atlanta So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom Security hopped out no Joe in here Just
yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin ?gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson
it like this, yeah? Kray Jackson? Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon' murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirmin' ya
gallon in the gas tank But I?fm almost at the finish line, so I can?ft stop now I don?ft really know where I?fm headed, just enjoyin?f the ride Just
got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just
top of his spouse Spread out on a blood stained couch In front of his kids that he just killed in the same house I'm sicker than Boy George picturin' Michael Jackson
get it No permission Back no interest What's the business Shawty listen I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here [x3] I'm just tryna figure
a German Luger Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson
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
ma squirrel baby Can I get ya in my world baby? Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby? Did you flip yo' wig to let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids? That
the building nigga I Can make your bed rock I Can make your bed rock [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted
Bed Rock I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock [Lil Wayne] She Got That Good Good, She Michael Jackson
we was magic I was flyin', now I'm crashin' This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson You should leave your boyfriend
