all can't rhyme And it's about time that I put y'all in line Twist your mind, with twisted rhymes As weird as Michael Jackson's nose from the side Flows
round the outside A lotta y'all shine, but y'all can't rhyme And it's about time that I put y'all in line Twist your mind with twisted rhymes As weird
Los to Manhatten I ain't bragging, just stating the truth I'm the baddest Mexicano in the sound booth I serve em all with this dope, my barrio dope All
workin twice as hard yall. It aint fair sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon But I got knowledge and I?m sharing mines. I swear its time
With a light tan Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga Goddamn ohh! I impress myself I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
[Verse: Chamillionaire] Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored
, hold up man, chill out, yo, yo, get this off right here You better get away get away I think I need a shrink I'll rip out your windpipes forever you
i won't do) To spend my life with you (spend my life with you) (remix) I'll give my all to you (I'll give my all to you) I promise that I will never
hate me I'm one of the dopest niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi I remain like khakis, I guess that
strof we don't need no penaltys or eliminations or disqualifications what we need is penetrations now what you heard before but sometimes life is what you make it I
cuz I signed with tha Row So what? Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low I climb in the fo' Let the glock pop... nine in a row If I catch you after
is Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits You know how many shit's I get if I wish I did So I
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress And i spill a drink on it, actin like i'm drunk when i'm not I"M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK IM JUS TRYIN TO
michael jackson's... Time and time again I get it, speak your... I get it I get I, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line
I know you love how I do it to y'all Dude, I was small and knew that I was suited to brawl Get a competitor, forever they brutally fall Gotcha listenin
I feel bad, I'm a send you a bitch in a second While I hold it down, O.G. style, golden crown S.I.N.Y. bound, man know the town Bang that Napalm shit,
on to me [Bad Azz] Me, I'm always checkin' game with my psycho factions Bitch, I'm Super Bad like I'm Michael Jackson Playa, while you sleepin' I'm creepin' all
[x2] [Erick Sermon:] Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson