Lyrics:
a little money machine
Spin around the block, I don't need to pop a bean
Take me down to court, I'm gonna make it with my team
Michael Jackson when I'm
Michael will cursed be."
Michael he ranted and Michael he raved,
And beat at the four winds with his fists-o.
He laughed and he cried, he shouted
What you want, I can't conceive it
Michael Jackson, baby
Just beat it
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'
for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me, give to me, give to me
Don't come close
Got the strap on me like it's velcro
Michael Jackson, I make
I swear I got billies in my jeans
I'm not Michael Jackson, got these billies in my jeans
They just tryna watch me live my life like in 3D
They like
sister his face
Twisted like Twister and Twizzler
The Riddler, The Joker, his father beat him
Into a maniacal Michael, a monster
A creature a thriller that
gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove, word to Mother Catherine (Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia, Coke Boy Captain (Coke Boy Captain)
There’s no way that Michael
Jackson or whoever Jackson
Should have a million thousand
Droople billion dollars
And then there’s people starving
Uh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight
Step right up, step right up, come on gentleman, gather around
Let me tell you all about the Michael Jackson wonder potion
It's guaranteed to give
load, you walk like gorilla
We be raisin' the dead
Like Michael Jackson Thriller
Don't step near me now
Because it gets no iller
everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Go Michael, Michael, Michael it's your birthday
Make a wish and tell the god you can make it
Go Michael, Michael, Michael it's your birthday
Make
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
It's a Habibi's ting, ya?
Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
Still hit me back right
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin
I turned the pen into a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no
Uh, AK on my night stand, right next to that bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
get to screaming like Michael Jackson
Pretty Young Thing like Michael Jackson
She want me to beat it like Michael Jackson
Aye, oh, aye, aye
Radio
Back to the Future 2
Daniel Day Lewis
Sunsets
You know it when you see it
You know it when it's there
Like Michael Jackson Thriller
Like Farrah
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson
she don't fuck with me, but that's not how I see it
Diamonds dance like Michael Jackson, told that ho to beat it
A island, dressed up fresh, no
to the Future 2
Daniel Day Lewis
Sunsets
[Hook]
You know it when you see it
You know it when it's there
Like Michael Jackson Thriller
Like Farrah Fawcett
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