May I have your attention, please
May I have your attention, please
Will the real mj put your hands up
This is the police, will the real mj puts your hands up.
Were gonna have a problem here
You act like you never seen a creep before.
Like Freddy Kruger burst right in the door.
And started moonwalkin' all over the floor, and started doing' Billie Jean on the furniture.
It's the return of the oh wait, no wait, your kidding.
He didn't say what I think he did, did he?
And Michael J said......
Wait a minute. I am Michael Jackson. EEH.
Now people hate MJ.
Chicke-Chicke-Chicke.
Michael Jackson, I'm sick of him.
Really, singing on stage, grabbing his you-know-what. Singing his you-know-who.
But, he so cute thought. What the.
People think I got some screws up in my head loose.
But, those all lie that the reporters always give you.
Sometime I want to punch them in face.
But, I can't. Cuz I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Macauley in my bed.
Macauley in my bed.
And next it will be my nephew Fred.
And people think I molest little kids.
And make them do all my dirty bids.
Of course I'm gonna loose my sanity and fame.
And 30 years of work gone down the drain.
I'm nothing but an animal.
Well, that's understandable.
Cuz I'm not a good example.
But, to the big world, I'm a big joke.
And wondering if I'm on crystal meth or dope.
Their asking me twice if I was on coke.
Shamon and a HO.
Sing the chorus and it goes
(Chorus)
I'm Michael Jackson.
The white Michael Jackson.
When I see a little kid, I just take action.
So wouldn't the real mj please give up.
Please give up.
Please give up.

Well, Madonna has a talent to sell records.
Well, I don't.
I hate her and my dad, too.
You think he gives a crap about me?
After the way he treat me, selling me off for money.
But, mike. Will you like to be a millionaire.
My dad just said, and I just started.
And scratch my chin and my head full of hair.
And I said ", Yes", And he said ", Just sign here."
Now everybody knows me as a pail-face jerk.
And wonder which kid I molested first.
Now Hannah Montana's coping off of me.
At least I don't all the kids. HeHe.
I should go to my room, knelt down, and pray.
And hope she gets hit with a meteor someday.
I sick of these people always judges.
All I do is annoy them.
So, I am here to inform you.
And there's a million of them just like me.
Who talk like me.
Who likes to moonwalk like me.
Who love to prank call on Lisa Marie.
And might be the best thing.
But, not quit me.
(Chorus)
So wouldn't the real mj, please give up.
And put one of those fingers on your silver hand up.
And be proud out your mind and out of control.
And one more time. Loud a you can. How it go?
(Chorus)