No accomplices, no accomplishments
Was the King of Pop’s secret pumping out the hottest hits
Just a thief who robbed underground artists
Who knew to shut their mouth or be a target
While he dumbed their style down for the retarded

He had it made, plaques and chains and baths with dames
But no statues made after he passed away
Instead people ransack his grave for lacking grace
Never thanked the greats for the path they paved for his accolades
© FuzzDButthead