Lyrics:
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early with my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furley, fucking Lavern and Shirley
A lot of rappers are
dance like a pop star
Like Michael Jackson and prince star
Gone buy a Bimmer like polo g and drive around in a fast car
Overnight he be working hard
Just
for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?
Chorus: cool Keith
Make up your
spin again and make you think the movie title action
Brown skin nigga I'm pushing P feel like Michael Jackson
Niggas be jokes I must be front row
for the weekend
She's fine, ain't scared to eat it
Michael Jackson, beat it
Bad from the head to the feet, toes pink
Smoking on some diesel
It's gon'
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
MJ, the baboon walk
Michael, Jackson
Michael, Jackson
Micahel, Jackson
Flashy, Jacket
Thriller
Kill em', The birds
Fill em', Arenas
Feel em', She
Im purging in Persia first nigga down
Is gonna be the prince long Jake Gyllenhaal
In my house where i sit
Over the balcony like Michael Jackson's son
Vogues
In a sideshow
The main shows are high an dope
Remote controlled like Tyco
"Bad" like Michael Jackson
Stone cold mackin'
Lights, camera, action
dirty Diana
Put two in the Fanta
I’m Michael Jackson Bad!
Yeah 456-
I score like 6’6
Pure life Drip drop,
How she sip dick
Give me neck tats
Kylie
hang with niggas cause I know they
gonna tell 4 pockets full they like Kay Kay
What you sell
I could do bad all on my own Michael Jackson songs
lot
Michael Jackson
Never stop, I workaholic
Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock
But I'm not an artist, I just work the hardest
I beat it to a pulp,
a bitch by adjusting the antennas
But if she demand it your betta forget it
She's psycho like Michael
You might go and wake up to knives and rifles
When
ain't really crime now When you living where we Living, Michael Jackson was Dead wrong in BAD when he Told Wesley to quit it
MC Hammer, too legit too quit
focused
Get the money we throwing
When I give a feature bet I’m taxing
House built like a club that I'm trapped in
I got moves yeah I dance like Michael
Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable
Fuck y'all clubs
All our childhood dreams found a way to fade away
Tyler Perry movies dawg, and Michael Jackson videos
My aunt Becky passed on my pride, won't let me
Michael Jackson
This choppa hit high notes like Toni Braxton
These niggas broke how they even bragging
Dead broke you need a casket
I like my bitches pretty
this cabbage
I ain’t 21, i ain’t randy, don’t make me savage
Shawty think she bad, when she really just average
Michael jackson, moonwalking, smoking
up, put them all in bags (One by one by one they fall)
Like Michael Jackson, who’s fucking bad?
That’s me
Moonwalk, billie jean
Got so many hits, these
on my feet, Michael Jackson cause I'm off the wall
I'm just waiting for a call 'cause
I need a big chick
For my big dreams
Cause I'm putting everything
It's getting bad on a nigga, now I'm beeping you too
And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt
You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know
light
Confront my demons I will win
Heartless
Fueled by spite
Your words don't even break my skin ah
Feel maniacal
Freezing like the south pole
My hands
them flicks on the fridge
Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you,
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