This is a song about "Mike dirnt"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I took big leaps and jumps. they can call me like mike.

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

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