uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill ya, my natural
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
wish I'd been aborted My pockets got a shortage Everything I wanna floss I can't afford it I'm tryin' to sell a O', my pops tryin' to snort it My daughter
' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle, as Captain Morgan attacks my organs My
interstate pimp, walk with a limp Hoe better have my wine, with my lobster and shrimp Not that I'm rich, but chicks, they notice me Forever my lady?
Yard in my life Well, a 'Slow Loud And Bangin' CD, some Screwed Up Click and A little Sucka Free 'cause that's what I need in my life Yes, it is, well
told the DJ pardon me, I need some Swishahouse Color Changin' Click and, Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life (In my life, in my life, in my life)
Michael Jackson off the wall Singin' life ain't so bad at all When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things Like foreign cars fancy clothes and diamond rings My
like michael jackson off the wall Singin' life ain't so bad at all When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things Like foreign cars fancy clothes and diamond rings My
can I have another bowl? You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me trainin' wheels so I could keep on my bike And you would give me anything in this world Michael Jackson
got me shakin') I need all of the things you do girl (My body's aching) Come on, baby Get up, and rock it to the rhythm Put out your heart to me And lady
ever did for her I?m taking it back, I?m so thru with it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I took time out of my life To have these niggas fuck my wife And they
keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I can keep on my bike And you would give me anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and the
on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I can keep on my bike And you would give me anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and the glove
wish Id been aborted My pockets got a shortage Everything I wanna floss I cant afford it Im tryin to sell a o my pops tryin to snort it My daughters
sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I've been a thug Fire all cylenders, swing with gritty love Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club I'm like Michael Jackson