Lyrics:
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
Jackson
It's your boy, Bubba Watson golf boys
1-1-6, Reach Records ex hustler!
Michael Jackson, I'm bad!
I don't know, I forgot
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
to me I cannot expose
She said I slide on beats like Michael Jackson, ooh ooh (say that yea)
Bro stop playing, she clean, she do her nails I be walkin'
talkin bout a check then i can fuck it up
If you talkin bout a check then i can fuck it up
Im michael jackson bad tap dancing in neverland
These niggas
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
How could I ever stop?
My position is missionary, I finish on top
And while you're relaxin', I take action
Guinness world record, I beat it,
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
Disco Out of my blunt
So Get on the Floor and grab something
And Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough
Mike Jackson with the Jordan clutch
Mike Tyson with the KO
we call him a sellout
First Oprah came at Michael Jackson, now Russell Simmons
What about what Harvey Weinstein did to them women?
Why you ain't
alright, alright, you get it
You get it so it's 8 PM, I'm about to record
At Hans Zimmer studio, i'm a little
Nervous 'cause this is my first time
With
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
videos are pre-Michael Jackson" and
People forget that Michael Jackson
Had to fight to get on MTV because he
Was considered to be an urban artist
This was,
got me lookin' like Michael Jackson
I don't want you dead, that's that fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt
the others
First in last out 1% at a time
Don't practice 'til you get it right
Practice 'til you
CAN'T GET IT WRONG
Number three determination
Something's
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
the life, vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's Thriller
But baby, it's amazin' I'm in a maze with you
I just can't crack your
the mirror
And tell him to beat it
Because I won't stop 'til I get enough
Do you remember the time
We were watching the Billie Jean video?
Well, he'll
the mirror
And tell him to beat it
Because I won't stop 'til I get enough
Do you remember the time
We were watching the Billie Jean video?
Well, he'll
Yeah, you went wild, cause your moms digs my records
So come on, I'm takin you where the sun don't shine
The underground, but everything is fine
I rhyme,
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