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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
"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
called “Bad,”
Just like Michael Jackson, this next part is rad
“Weird Al” made fun of “Bad,” and Nirvana too
It brings us back to Kurt (here we go)
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
D7 g
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die

Back in the coal fields of old harlan county
Some talked
waiting right here for her

The next time you see my girl
Won't you say that I, I will Die, I would die to hold her
The next time you see my girl, won't
Mister Michael, waiting here to die
Fragile Mister Lightning Bug without the wings to fly
Crush me for my chemicals, paint yourself to glow
And watch my
screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
One day you here, one day you there
One day you care, you're so unfair
Sipping from the cup 'till it
fight alright
We are the ones to kiss you goodnight
Die (die), die (die), time goes by
We will shoot out all of your lights

Show me a clue, maybe give me
as Michael Jackson
But on verses he been blackin'
Chasing women a distraction
They want be on TV right next to me
You cannot be here right next to me
[Intro solo Michael]

[The prince:]
Here we are, we stand together, fighting for what's right
We're marching on towards the palace, soon it is in
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Got nothin' more to show ya, there ain't no more to say
You know the mess we made, it just will not go
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Got nothin' more to show ya, there ain't no more to say
You know the mess we made, it just will not go
By Michael Brown
Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be
a reason

It's ironic, haven't heard from the Spoon man
Alison's Chained, she was squashed by a Pumpkin
Making room for the next faux mohican
The Topic's
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun-man hollar
Mack 11 guard your grilla

Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon,
All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's
the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at?
next cross that road
He crawlin' as low as he can
That turtle done talk to that toad
Turtle don't cross here again

And everybody goes whichever way
the right place
Showed her my boarding pass, and then she sort of gasped
All embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glass
An hour later here she comes by
an extra lime on my water glass
An hour later here she comes by walkin past
"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"
(Wowwww.. Mr. Nigga
manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millennium is here

Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from
begin the weekend with a groove
Roll about eight deep now what's my next move
Waitin' to nightfall so I can enjoy
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin'
That's my word

Even your friend got my back
She just met it, but she feel it
And she gon' see by this time next year
We gon' kill it
Audemars on your