This is a song about "Michael winick"

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

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

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own