I could have some friends that's down to the very end Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy 'Cuz sky's
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 your wack With
smack, whut I do whut I wanna do, whut I go where I wanna go, whut Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut I'll slap Michael Jackson's
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
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
line, camera flashes, I don't need the action Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in modell's While y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin l's Cd's
found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
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, gangsta cat
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Halen put guitar solo's? I bet they'd wonder the same Can you tell me what happened to Michael Jackson And MTV trading music for acting? Avril Lavigne's
s a thug! I never expected to be accepted, shit, I was just sellin' drugs, reflect it in my music, the people spoted the real, that had my homeboy's
Agent Orange So chill kid and act like you know Peace from the M.D. A.K.A. slow flow It's going down It's going down It's going down It's going down
found my killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Wall street shit no Michael Douglas but I'm on my MD shit If I don't do the number's I'll just do the alphabet A,B,C,D,E,F,G-Shit I mean G-Unit shizzle
must get to school [Chorus: (2x)] She's a slave to the rhythm She's a slave to the rhythm of She's a slave to the rhythm She's a slave to the rhythm
with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Yes I will, yes I will Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's