I go Whatever I do I'll always come home I'll come home to you Oh wherever I go Whatever I do I'll always come home I'll come home to you Don't you
Käännös: Michael Jackson. Tulen kotiisi.
you are Oh wherever I go Whatever I do I'll always come home I'll come home to you Oh wherever I go Whatever I do I'll always come home I'll come home to you
You can drive but you done I can feel it in the air, hear the monster come. [Michael Jackson] (Too bad) (Oh-oh) Hollywood it's got you jumping (like you
I know I know, I don't even care About her being pregnant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out
lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original. It
awakened the pro tools taping, my position blatant you knew i was coming, choiceless, you waiting now i look up and ask why you've been for satan i shall
the fact and fiction Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin You start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson [Bahamadia
Wall. You don't believe me, ask that brother Show: snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know. You come wrong if you don't come strong... YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK! Mothafucker, I
you playing with You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with So yeah I'm positive, I'm positive I'm the best Spit bullets
VIP jail cell just for me If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face They say they want you successful
Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on
I can never pass up a chance to romance them Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome So money take a tip if you flip and you slip You'll be using
it I'll walk through comton alone and sport wranglers and a cowboy hat I'll head butt a fuckin unicorn come here bitch no! damn! I'll stand on a stump
Mass mothafuckin' murderin' murderers Bitch, come and meet your maker I'm scary like Michael Jackson up close I like diggin' up dead bodies, look at me I
