got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine My pocket all swoll', my rims all
I like the way you walk and if you walking my way I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away Let's buy a place with all kind of space I let you be the judge
hold Each other till we see the sunlight. So if you just hold my hand, baby, I promise that I'll do all I can Things will get better if you just hold
stops your heart You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You'
way you walk it And if your walkin my way I'm that red bull And lets fly away Lets find a place With all kinds of space I'll let you be the judge And
are Polo You say "Oh no" you bitch ass homo I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time Sick-ass brother
's a skeezer, there's no need for chit or chat her body looks (log?), kinda good, yeah, but as for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson
's what's wrong fellas You're all chickens and for doers getting jealous Fail one bang 'em Rumble and all buggin' All different names but all the same buggin' Maybe you
] Oh Dr Dre. Or should I say Dr Gay. You are very bad man, you diss the wrong motherfucker. You think Osama won't diss you black biaaatch. [verse 1:] Things
there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA Ain't all that It's just that
myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for action? Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want
half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support, Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support, Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you
Doctor J And 90% of the N.B.A. Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson, Michael and Mahaliah Jackson, Now what's that got to do with me? On the street the only thing
What you gon do? It's GOOD Music and G-Unit Ugh Banks Loso [Swizz Beatz] Ladies and Gentleman you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich you
get at you You'll get your *** killed Yeah Yeah Hahahaha Y'all ***** gotta do somethin' now man All that ***** 'em up shit y'all be talkin' You gotta
Debbie Gibson, tell me that you think we're all alone Michael Jackson's in the mirror, I've gotta have faith if I wanna see clear Never gonna give you
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?