momma We gives absolutely no fucks, motha fucka Natural born serial murderers Mass mothafuckin' murderin' murderers Bitch, come and meet your maker I'm scary like Michael Jackson
that they found Dead in the grass With his dick in his ass Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little
vote and will elect And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect They called us ill, we're gettin' iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson
with the street Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say? The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael J
: He's very intelligent, he's a positive model in rap # 4 Caller: I went to a show last week, he was the bomb... He was better than Michael Jackson #
see me from afar, girl, you know who I'm are A ghetto superstar in a helluva car A ghetto superstar, it's a helluvalife Michael Jackson diamonds, VVS
frame I will never ever take the shame Everybody body wanna create the pain Tech N9ne, Lyricist, how could rhyme give us this He say she say, we say he
Awards With them pop ass headsets around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit That's some old real Michael Jackson
', his voice chords achin' You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
dojah Say, "Uhh, "Uhh" Na na na na, na na na na Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" Na na na na, na na na na Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" Na na na na, na na na
though Tellin' me them diamonds, when she know they rhinestones She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
can do Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka [Verse 2: Mister] I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D See, I'm a thrilla
ya I'm a cut yo hair No matter where, it's ugly you don't want to see The capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker! Whoa flippin' motherfucker michael jackson
light, outta my way, seems like just yesterday That you played me my very first mix tape Gave me the courage to say what I wanted to say When it never
Ghetto College, checkin' out up out of College. Man I'm not Eddie and I'm not David Ruffin, and I'm not Michael Jackson, nigga, I'm a say something
chump My posse's thick so I will never get jumped The Slayer a beast from the east I'm psycho If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael Some say yo
get down cause PMD's bringin it swingin it I hear my people callin me, and my fans singin it Big up to Michael Jackson, and Michael Jordan Iron Mike Tyson