Lyrics:
a lot
Let me help you with that
Yeah I stand out like Michael
Jackson's socks ew
And my bitch as light as Michael
Jackson got true
I evade like OJ ya see
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
Michael Jackson
Smooth criminal, that's the man 'cause Mike's so relaxed
Mingle, mingle, jingle in the jungle
Bum rushed the door, three and fours in
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
know the Bible
I call my nigga Tom Brady when he throw the spirals
And when I step into the booth, I perform like Michael
Tyson, Jordan, and Jackson, I
them souls now
Jesus is coming
So we better
Turn from sin now
Hold on
Let me talk my talk
I'm off the wall
That Michael Jackson
Go to war where we walk
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson
A million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
Michael Jackson
One million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
These rap dads is
need it now, I need it
Swear to god, oh god I need it now
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
Oh my god, I'm terrified
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
with diamond rings
Dropped fifteen hunnid on my feet
That's what got these diamonds dancing
My bitch a thriller, yeah
Like Michael Jackson
This shit get
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
cracking
Grind on the wall just to get some action
Looking in the mirror like I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
D us)
Cat carpet red, and it's about to kick your feet up (kick your feet up)
Put Michael Jackson in my crew, we can be the Beatles (Rich Gang)
My
Rob, scan your finger
See a PYT, like Michael Jackson's Thriller
I see you, you see me, I see you see in me (I got eyes)
Both swipe right, it's about
dancing in school to Michael Jackson
Is it wrong to want to be famous like Jett Jackson
I guess it's a no for me dog Randy Jackson
This is the day the day
reaction.
If you can do the Bart, you're bad like Michael Jackson.
Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Oh, yeah!
Shake your body, turn it out if you
watch your damn step
Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond's water like it knew Michael Phelps
Every time I get a shape-up
I give 'em Jacksons like
for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm
for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
no killer but don't let me ketch a body nigga
Michael Jackson im so thriller this song come with body builders
I'm still local but this ain't local I
rainy day
I prayed that revival rain would wash shame away
Corny like a cornrow, I'd become a cliché
If for help I turn to the Michael Jackson killer
If I
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