This is a song about "Michael crouch"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

Youre gettin deffensive like asking michael how many kids he rode

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

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

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon