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Sunday, February 25, 2007

The Kid Is Not My Son



A pledge allegiance to my dubs/ That Michael Jackson Is Thug/ They tried to frame him and set him up/ Little boys with cancer He just might touch... Now I will warn you that this blog will reek of little boy butt holes and oxycodone but ride with me for a moment as i prove my point. While listening to Lady In My Life I noticed that Michael Jackson is a bonafide G, a Smooth Criminal or as I like to put it a thug. I went on a mission to further prove my point as some of my coworkers were talking bout James Brown still not being buried. (Free James Brown) The conversation went to Anna Nicole Smith (Free Anna Nicole Smith) then to music and what a shame all the mayhem will be when the king of pop shall perish the Earth. I told them that it wouldn't matter b/c MJ will not be remembered as the true thug he really was, just listen to his lyrics. With songs like Beat it where he states:

You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

The King of Pop not to be confused with his sister Latoya "I'll do anything for a fraction of the fame by brother has" Jackson is saying look bruh I understand that you got to play tough, it's all good but look you keep up this role and I'm going to have to hurt you like for real for real. And there will be nothing you can do about it b/c my money is too long for them to convict me of anything, so eh give me the room key but you wan to test me so now I'm going to have to hurt you. What? BlogFather has officially lost his mind well find don't believe me lets look at another one of your favorite songs "The Man In The Mirror"

As I, Turn Up The Collar On My
Favourite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street,
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See
Their Needs
A Summer's Disregard,
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On
The Wind Ya' Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere
To Go
That's Why I Want You To
Know

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways...

Ok let me splain to you where Mr. Whose Bad at, he was in the hood, just listen or better yet picture him on the blog in his brand new snorkel jacket walking through the hood to pick up his money from his workers on the block. He steps out of his Limo bodyguards surrounding him as he walks past crack babies and realize that hey I got too much money to not give back to the hood so he builds them a playground with state of the art stash boxes for his Dboys to plant their product hey he sees their need. Still not convince he was in the hood well fine explain this A Summer's Disregard, A Broken Bottle Top Where else do you see broken bottles albeit crack bottles, Pepsi Bottles or Gin bottles all over the ground? Face it Michael was in the hood now baby!!!! Yea you're starting to see my vision but a few of you all are still not convinced huh well let's take my favorite song "Billie Jean" what I believe may be the soul reason kids are growing up without a father. He says:

[1st Verse]
She Was More Like A Beauty Queen From A Movie Scene
I Said Don't Mind, But What Do You Mean I Am The One
Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round
She Said I Am The One Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

Translation - This fly shorty walked into the room looking like Jennifer Hudson in all of her thickness we start dancing and she throwing it back like a quarterback you know i caught that like rice. She told me I was that dude and wanted to slide off to the telly...

[2nd Verse]
She Told Me Her Name Was Billie Jean, As She Caused A Scene
Then Every Head Turned With Eyes That Dreamed Of Being The One
Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

So we at the bar kicking it, she told me her name gave me the number and every dude in there was hating on me.... SMCH she told me she wanted to fuck!

[Bridge]
People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth

Looking back now I should have known she was a young bird and my mother always told me these females be trying to trap a Ninja and I ain't going out like Willie Lump Lump

[Chorus]
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

Now she going around telling people I'm the baby daddy and shit, smch Knee Grow Please! That ain't my son... Look I said That Ain't my baby!!!

For Forty Days And Forty Nights
The Law Was On Her Side
But Who Can Stand When She's In Demand
Her Schemes And Plans
'Cause We Danced On The Floor In The Round
So Take My Strong Advice, Just Remember To Always Think Twice
(Do Think Twice)

Man look just b/c I gave this chick back shots at the bar now child support trying to run down on a brother... FUNK that she trying to get my paper What i look like giving her half my bread like i was one living rent free and getting food stamps. I knew I should have put on 2 condoms with this bird. Just b/c I got money don't mean this child needs to go to Harvard, go to Howard!

[4th Verse]
She Told My Baby We'd Danced 'Till Three
Then She Looked At Me
Then Showed A Photo My Baby Cried
His Eyes Looked Like Mine
Go On Dance On The Floor In The Round, Baby
So I see her at the club and she was looking good so I took her back to the hotel what can I say and we doing the damn thing until 3 then she looked at me and showed me a picture of the boy and shit I'll admit he had my eyes but bump that I'm ignant I got something up my sleeve i'm going to turn into a white man b/c my money is that damn long! WHAT!


Now you see what I'm saying... lol Because if that ain't some hood nigga dboy shit I don't know what is... Michael Jackson is the Thugs of all THUGS and if you still don't believe me listen to Thriller and tell me that's not a robbery


You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind
Youre out of time


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Blogxilla [ 5:27 PM ]

1 Comments:

  • You know you real throwed for that translation...right. You mind is crazy. It's funny that you blogged about this....becaue I just copped some MJ hits....that's true blogging....

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:42 AM  

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