Lyrics:
these people they bore me
I'm Michael Jackson with the thriller
These bitches are cray, they move like bae
They're steady breading up a nigga
Ay, ay
out
Fuck shooting, I'm just tryna knock his teeth out (woo)
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you
Feeling like dropping a second tape on em
I might or I will
Days go by, nights come with greeting
Paid weekly, you weaklings can't string plans together
wouldn't help you on that mic you're on
While you were getting off I still had my rock on
Things went from bad to worse for you like Michael Jackson
I'll
rock with you come on over baby boo
Gotta do it me and you baby let me rock with you
She drop me a line and I'm holding the phone
Was smoking a blunt
vanilla god, I'm a killer
Michael Jackson, I'm a thriller
Ain't nobody gonna ever do it better
Like Rihanna, all you mother fuckers are under my umbrella
post a lyric up, read it
See how you can't compete, royalty is how I should be treated
Like Michael Jackson said, beat it
There's none sweeter, I got my
Shining up bright like a Lantern O' Jack
Baby I'm aging like wine
Better and better by time
Get better by every time you listen, I intertwine
I'm scaling
The late king Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk on the telly
And I was like, "Who's bad?"
Sitting there smoking, sipping MD 20/20
Thinking I was the man
adidas
On the top with money bitches by the time you see prolly see this
Diamonds be dancing on me moon walking Michael Jackson
Dropping can I pull up
dancing, Michael Jackson
Prolly why she acting
Telling all her friends my magic, shorty bragging
Got all her friends asking about how I do it so good to make
wrist cold like Aspen
Roll my joint I ain’t packing
Cant test me on the track I dance on em like Michael Jackson
Hear your price I’m laughing
You
Got 'em turning white, call that Michael Jackson
Pull up to the function with that Jackson action
It's crazy how fast I can switch up but I ain't
got shot, it's murder
Who the fuck killed Michael Jackson, his physician?
He died slow in his music, you ain't really listen
Now his daughter gettin'
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
he ain't like what happened
I shine just like the sequin glove on the left hand worn by
Michael Jackson
Don't you waste your time with him
Just pull up
the
Office for the get back, mayne
I believe in takin'
Go to school and GET that game
Dark brown Cognac to the head
You can't tell me shit
Nigga Michael
[Erick Sermon]
Aooowwwwwwwwwwwww!
Part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest
Gettin stupid -- shootin rhymes like arrows shot by Cupid
Ahh, you so
and I'll they want to give is a good fuck from me
Oh baby
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
I control Michael Jackson's Thriller
Catch him
just kept goin' and niggas mad at me
I did this shit all by myself with nobody backin' me
Mike Jackson and rap, nobody bad as me
When you mention him,
Intro
Oh oh oh Mmmm
Chorus
Lights Low
Moonwalking in that Pussy Just Like Michael
Jacksons, Yeah I got those
I can’t trust a soul ‘cause my
cold
(SL)
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
(SP)
I'm in the hood cause I'm
an option
Put the PH in the prophet
Interception- Pickin' Pockets
Interception- Pickin' Pockets
Stay collecting big deposit's
Harden up, you know we rock
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,
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