Michael Jackson Das Racist

[Chorus]
Michael Jackson, a million dollars
You feel me? Holler!
Michael Jackson, one million dollars
You feel me? Holler!
Michael Jackson, one million dollars
You feel me? Holler!
Michael Jackson, one million dollars
You feel me? Holler!

[Verse 1: Heems]
These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit
Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit
But I got a clean grip on the game, some mean shit
And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes wit
Well it's your boy, like a Queens street Jhumpa
Heems the ruler, medulla create the moola
And me, I just do the rumba, porque está es la rumba
And we, we are the future, Abdullah, see that's my shooter
The ruger, he keep it super, duper, Abdul'll shoot ya
He'll knock you right out your Supras
Knock you right out your Pumas
Doctor give you the sutures, Victor is in the cooter
In tune with a boo from Hooters, while Dap is on the computer
Lakutis the clean up hitter, call him the pooper scooper
Alec an Oompa Loompa, re-tutor the school of looters
Hakuna matata Pumba, porque está es la rumba
Yeah! I'm fucking great at rapping!!!