This is a song about "Michael brindly"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Its yatzee my game is over i live for michael now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Capped quicker than michael crowned king! lost in a cycle lights flicker

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Psycho: i'm liable to go michael, take your pick