Michael Christmas – Jazzercise lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
Only god can judge me
Stay ugly get money
19 and im bummy, girls dont wanna fudge me
See my white Sonata, I still dont got my liscence
Pops watch TV like fuck the New York Giants
Say fuck if you not tryin, to get up out this violence
I always imagined gettin robbed to some violins
Until they fade out then you hear all the sirens
Until they peel off cause I'm gone moan in silence


Shit, like R.I.P. I'd be the best rapper if they kill me

Like I wonder kid, I'm on Wunderkid like it's 106
Battlin myself to be like Bow Wow enough of this


[Chief Keef Sample]


[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
Keef made lungs cold colors since Keisha Cole
Packed like back packs drop now I need a bowl
Anaconda Malt liquor style
Learned a lesson my nigga
Second guessin my nigga
Got me stressin bout the session my nigga
Used to burners on the dresser IKEA never trapped
But I sold candy out the packs
Pack bowls of the cereal and milk at lunch
Heard the Captain Crunch taste better with some bucks
Got the urge to be the captain of the ship now we up
Up like the sky is
Still talk bullshit like pass that trident
Orbit round the earth
Best chicken joint searchin since the birth
Sox games then a cookout on the second
Cause we got that check on the first
I'm a studeous nigga, both hands on the gluteus
And look into my eyes you see nothing you like who is this
Cause i done changed so much and niggas ain't got through to ya
Rooty poo jabroni, know your role or blow me
D-low for C notes, Christmas for C notes
Take off tourino with count cars like kilo
Then we dodge 4 or 5 cop cars with ease
Bumpin chuck berry duck walkin out to maybelline bitch