This is a song about "Michael mcnulty"

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

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

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come