Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in Ferguson
Michael Brown, Michael Brown
He’s a clown, that Michael Brown
He’s gonna get shot
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always shootin’at me)
That’s him on his knees
I know that’s him
Yeah, from 7 come 11
Noddin’ from Heroin
Michael Brown, Michael Brown
He’s a clown, that Michael Brown
He’s gonna get shot
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always shootin at me)
Who’s always taggin’s on the walls
Who’s always rappin’ in the halls
Who’s always walking’ in the street
Guess who (who, me) yeah, you
Who walks in the classroom, fat and slow
Who calls the English teacher, MoFo
Michael Brown, Michael Brown
He’s a clown, that Michael Brown
He’s gonna get shot
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always shootin at me)
[Instrumental Interlude]
Who walks in the classroom, fat and slow
Who calls the English teacher, (censored)
Michael Brown, Michael Brown
He’s a clown, that Michael Brown
He’s gonna get shot
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always shootin’ at me)
Who knows why you just had to make that lean,
who knows why you became part of the gangsta scene,
who knows who sold you all them blunts,
who understood your whistles and your grunts,
who made you assault the neighborhood watch,
whose jewelry was that you were caught w/at school
who made you act the ghetto fool?
Why didn’t your Crip daddy stick around,
whose head on the pavement did you pound,
who had to make a decision that fateful night,
when you left him no escape and picked a fight,
who made the choice to mock and sass,
an armed watchman (you called “creepy ass”),
who could’ve gone home but didn’t there go,
instead walked towards a six foot deep hole.