This is a song about "Michael ringis"

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

To make karma come faster than she normally will