MICHAEL JACKSON

Okay, yeah, okay, yeah
 Okay, yeah, okay, yeah
 Okay, yeah, okay, yeah
 Okay, yeah, okay, yeah
 Bitch, I do not care
 I'm gon' hit your body, I'm gon' pull your fucking hair
 I'm gon' beat the fuck up out your ribs with a chair
 I'm gon' grip my hands around your neck, you get no air
 I'm gon' break your legs 'cause I don't fuck with what you wear
 I'm a piece of fucking shit!
 Kill me, motherfucker, swallow all my fucking spit
 Come to all your shows, so we can sit
 Right in the back and fucking laugh
 And if we keep it up then hopefully you quit
 Little bitch, yeah, hopefully you quit (Hopefully you quit)
 Little bitch, yeah, hopefully you quit (Hopefully you quit)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
 Drive a fucking van up off a cliff with kids inside it
 Hang a fucking toddler out the window like I'm MJ
 Difference is the pussy fucking kept the kid alive
 I'm 'bout to throw that motherfucker, I already got him high
 This what fucking happens when you let me fucking rap
 Bitch, I stopped caring after nobody was mad
 Now I gotta fuck around and say
 I'm 'bouta bring a fucking gun inside a school
 Just to get you people to snap
 Get you fucking mad, I'm not gonna do that
 Make you fuckers mad
 Make you upset when I talked about that shit so I did it, so I did it
 Drop top range!