I don't wanna move when I'm in your hands There's nothing I can do or say Put everything on hold, cancelled all my plans Tell everybody I'm away, hey
time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood on the dance floor Or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my
you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound
fuck my wife And they call her The same girl, same girl T-Pain and Kells, Kells The remix, same girl T-Pain and Kells Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold
I take a rest to let my rhymes digest Into my brain to sustain and cultivate it Take a penny for my thoughts, from copper I gold-plate it Enrich my mind
my city of god its the news on every channel when I turn on the box I'm seein paedophiles singing on top of the pops Garry glitter, Michael Jackson WHAT
on one of my rants But my lips are sealed. I just want to enjoy my meal And although Storm is starting to get my goat I have no intention of rocking
skinned friend look like Michael Jackson Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson I play 'Ready for the World' - she was ready for some action My
on my dick I gotta stretch my belt Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey real quick My lips don' touched mo' bigger lips then lipstick My car got more
[Verse 1] Hold up... I'm just coming to blow ya mind with the flow Know what? Niggas is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row So what? Y'all been tryin' to
with a limp eating bizkits they hair was shaggy I said what?s yall name is the question that I?m asking I?m Michael, that?s Celine, that?s Dion, that?s Jackson
hurt, just lots of dirt Did the Michael Jackson kick and took off my shirt Broken wings coming out of my shoulder blades Poker face, hitting switches on my
wooden stand Of anyone trying to take my seat quick I'm on some Canary Wharf to Wall street shit No Michael Douglas but I'm on my MD shit If I don't do
your weave and call Steve for the photo session (yeah..) [Kool Keith] Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet Pull my porno tapes, while you
time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my
my freak I never gave a hoot If a girl was cute All I wanted was a piece and a knock the boots And then they get dissed Crossed off my list Though a bend in my