Michael Jackson Freestyle II - Mike Zombie

Yea this part two, rappers get ripped to part too,

In the wave like a harpoon, Lately I’ve had a short fuse,

Cuz i ain’t even gonna' argue,

Lookin' down i see all jewels,

Tired a hearin' about what you gon' do,

Fuck nigga what you gon' do?

Know one thing that i’m gon' go so crazy

Money don’t make me baby, goin' hard till the good lord take me

Givin' thanks cuz' i know it’s all gravy, (Yea!)

This is our time won’t s (h)ave ya'

But everytime i shoot i gon' make it

You are Forest Whitaker I am too lazy

I’m MJ I work for this shit and get faded (Yea!)

Jazz asked me, what’s love to you?

I don’t even know if i can answa' that,

I don’t even know what this shit was to?

I don’t even know if i can get the feelin' back

Back track, fuck that, i ain’t here for that

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches yea, I’m here for that

Fuck the bitches, get the money, let me bring it back

Sometime i wanna beg yeah, i’m weird for that,

My bitches, they bad, my nerves, as well

My brotha', got down, cuz' he, wants tuh'

I swear that East side niggas don’t play (don't play!)

East side niggas don’t play (no no!)

East side niggas don’t play if you want yo food gon' eat (you thiry yea?)

Niggas wanna' get to talkin' bidness' till the young nigga get to spittin'

digits,

Talkin bout' a opportunity and how this shit is gonna be so beneficial,

Nigga you don’t know me from a fucking kid that (places?) hold on lemme' paint

a picture,

Eitha' way i’m goin' goin' up so you can take that talk and you can take it

witchu'

(Take it witchu!)

(Yea nigga you can take it witchu!)

(Take my chains off.)

(Zombie on the track)

I don’t wanna hear no «you should"s,

Nigga i am getting too good,

If you could do this, nigga, you would,

I am commin' like a new Suge,

Never was i plannin' two hoods,

I know they playin' i don’t do good,

But that’s ok cuz' all i do is great,

I’m the god at the 808,

Believe me when i say that i don’t wanna do no fuckin' talkin',

Nigga you don’t wanna' be a target,

I’m the nigga with the crooked eye,

Step up in this house, you gon' get slaughtered,

Ain’t a nigga that can say he taught em',

Checks is commin' like a fuckin' aunty,

Doin' all this shit just for my daughter and I’m

Gone!