This is a song about "Michael svendsen"

Try to jack and i will attack

The michael myers of rap,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Cold, my style making my nose run