The whole rap game passed away? on top of the affadavit Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson' activator (Woo!) Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up
but Imma need a lil more if Imma take it all off Need you to dig in your pocket it's deeper You say you a spender, then put your money where your mouth is Go 'head
whole rap game passed away' On top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater Slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson activator (Woo) Meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up
I put you to death with a magic wand. Turnin' your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard. 'cause I love to keep MCs
up on niggas like, ?I want you to meet my nigga tone, word? Leave me alone like Michael Jackson Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach
. Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael
he's the Don Mega Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker) All you can vision is ya'll beating him down Your homies standing on his back While you kicking his head
he's the Don Mega Because he the head manager 'Chief Chili Fry Maker' All you can vision is ya'll beatin' him down Your homies standin' on his back while you kickin' his head
Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA Ain't all that It's just that your wack With your intergalactic satellite
just keep your job, I'm a Universal Soujah! Thank God! (Thank God!) Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep it keep
stepped in the room Draped in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
But Ya Got Ta Keep The Faith Gon' Keep It Brother You Got To Keep The Faith Yeah Keep The Faith Gon' Keep It Sister You Got To Keep The Faith Now, Now
I ought to I see you at the alter, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter or son, more than one Maybe five like the Jacksons or John Paxson Just don't let 'em fuck up
I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up Ladies love it when your
Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot The
I was pickin' strange places to aim from (Man, I bet you 50 bucks you won't jump out the window, Shady) (Ahh) Pay me Psych, no way fucked up in the head
so when we walk through they great us, pull over and talk to us egor, why your man keep pealin off when he see us, he one of them hot head niggas, He
to me 'fore I open up your cavity Shots come rapidly, I told you not to mess with me I don't play with little boys, you tryin' to Michael Jackson me?
