Lyrics:
And you loved it
I was sitting in the grand stands all along
I would really hate to see if I did you wrong
And now you hear my song on the radio
I started
I G'd
'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
When I'm busting ass and breaking backs
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're
the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
testicles surgically removed,
thereby
Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
It wasn't like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you done
I G'd
'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
When I'm busting ass and breaking backs
call it when you feel like you're on the moon talkin'?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin'
Movin' backwards, rollin' backwoods, I
Smoke these crops and I'm out the door
Chug some rock, but I sip Patron
Hit that spot till you lose control
You died? I'll go out alone
Bitch, you must be
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
let it out
Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer
come around jockin
On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin
Don't come frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't
A musical genius no one could match his sound
He wrote songs with Michael Jackson Paul McCartney from Beatles
Made music for the world because he loves all
and the prosecution
Back forcing mum's into prostitution - fallout
Back in the game for some action
Lines make you scream like a girl - michael jackson
Cryptowallet -
the baddest doesn't matter when your life is had
So let Michael Jackson be Bad
No time to devestate, we gotta elevate
To a higher level.. than dancin with
Standing at the bus stop
That’s what them dimes do
McDonalds trap, I got a drive through
Michael Jackson wrist
Fish scale will blind you
Trampoline trap,
it's called freestyle
Taping of the radio, smokin' from a crackvowel
They on my tip now, as always as usual
You forgot me, but I didn't forget you
Michael Jackson
This is what I call a double dropping rhythm count it feel it
You can never match the way that I deliver
Drop it two by two
The way I drop
cause the flow is so pure
I’m the best kept secret like the cancer cure
Told my girl she’s the baddest in the world for sure
Cause I don’t want her
than you see on animation
And bear witness to my smooth operation
As I give the party people a sensation
And give them all a good feel of jubilation
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
Bitch im michael Jackson bad
I be done catch a case
Get on billie jean ass for fucking wit my bae
Im a smooth criminal I aint come to play
Yeah you
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