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Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
father
And Michael is now a father, all right
And that means Michael's wife is a mother, all right

Up the 13 steps of the gallows walked the condemned
karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte


A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm
He drove his brand new Jaguar while
karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch
I saw you standing on the street below
Outside my window surrounded by a glow
You were a young man troubled hadn't found its way
You were smiling,
clean
You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail
But I fell in with bad companions we robbed a man in Tennessee
The sheriff caught me way up in
hop and honky tonk

Yeah I wanna send out a holler out
To my home boys down there at the
Scully Mully clean up shop
Ya know nails, and crumbling,
grace from You, oh Lord

No one is righteous but I'm not the one You see
I'm clean, I'm covered by forgiveness here
And only You can forget all I've
karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch
karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch
karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch
karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch
Y-y-you f-ckin' little whores, fu-f-ckin' up my decors
Couldn't get Michael Kors if you was f-ckin' Michael Kors
B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you?
Gimme
matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man) I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
Paint flippin', candy drippin', plus
I got da chevey sittin' high, by matchin' corna' ties, Michael Jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride (jizzal man)
I got a man in da trunk, I'm
chevey sittin' high, by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man) I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
Hooters
While Dap is on the computer
Lakutis the clean up hitter
Call him the pooper scooper
Alec an Oompa Loompa
Retutor the school of looters
Hakuna
by the hand?
The papers say that it was all a put up show,
But I don't know, I don't know
Neverland, Neverland 

Even when he's telling you that
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Palmer and Steve Palmer
Say the word if you need work done
Pick up the phone darlin', dial a prayer
You can
how to make ends meet
He'll take you for a ride in his four-wheel drive
And he'll fix about anything
He likes to get dirty but he cleans up good
He
Uh!

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul and fishes
My mind races from the satellite dishes
No technology, this world's corrupt
They can't feed me