Fuck M Jackson
Is Michael Jackson really dead
Or did he just disappear to play with his little friends
I am tired of hearing the prettifies name
You all know where he has been
He stole the dreams of many little kids
I hope he is in a place that’s dark and always grim
A fifty year old man who plays with boys
My god with his money he had to many toys
Plant him in a field where no child he can steal
Away from the touch of kids again,
A twisted soul who’s face that turned white
Now its the maggots turn to take a bite
So remember man in the mirror when you
Are looking back to make sure you put Michael
In a body bag deep under the crack….
Inkmaster
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