text: I go by M-I-N-E-O, but it really dont matter
  Bury me with no tombstone, I want you to know my daddy
  We dont seek Him, He come after
  We dont reach Him, He the ladder
  If you die and you dont know Him thats a weak end like a Saturday 
  This one for my misfits, ah
  What Im saying is we aint bein statistics, not
  What I mean is the things you want me to get with God is already ticked with
  This is sin, case you missed it
  She might be fine like tickets
  Dont love Jesus, we cant kick it
  Cause I been there, wish I didnt
  Had to delete all them digits
  They say, Jesus why you sit with, the sinners and the wicked?
  He lookin for the sick because the well dont need physicians
  No we never fit in cause they look at how we livin
  Its evident that we giving every minute for the King
  Even though we trip we think about our provision
  And we get a couple sinners when we rest upon His name
  And this is how it all happened
  Adam fell, now its all bad, Michael Jackson
  Born sinner, born sinner
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  Was a bad boy but my name aint Diddy though
  Way I rock my beard they probably think I was from Philly though
  STL my home, you peep that bird on my fitted though
  Go on ahead and cut me up
  I dont think they can hear me though
  Bang that bass, drop that thing
  Go on ahead and let it flow
  Raspy voice from the South, but my name aint Mystikal
  Used to run up on them boys, they look like what that pistol for
  When Mike was rocking Billie Jean, I was a smooth criminal
  Im talking bad, Mike Jackson Thriller
  Im talking bad, jacket and zippers
  You lookin mad, like boy you trippin
  But Im talking past, Ive been forgiven
  Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
  Remember when I used to eat WIC cheese for dinner
  Daddy was gone, momma was gone
  Had no choice, I toted chrome
  Now I go and I preach the truth
  Same blocks I hustled on, thats bad
  Born sinner, born sinner
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  Born sinner, you know how the line goes
  Sardines with the wrath of God, this is mind blown
  Thats a big deal
  Rebel against the God who stretched the heavens with His own fingers like an iPhone
  Now what a relief, it shouldve been me
  But He didnt see it the same
  He took up the cross to give me His life
  The Truth created a way
  He couldve just thrown me away
  Instead He would offer His grace
  Somethin I didnt deserve so Im living for Him in the flesh
  And to die is my gain
  Let me say that, say that again
  He lived, He died, He rose to give me a raise
  Christ crucified, yeah, it happened
  Now it aint bad, all bad, Michael Jackson
  Born sinner, born sinner
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  I was headed to death at the least
  Fading with every breath til He beheaded the beast
  A victim, of my own, poison
  Impersonating a throne
  Persuaded two-toned hearse waitin
  An easy target for worst aiming
  Fragrant for birth a walking curse verbatim
  I was on that Kurt Cobain
  But aint the same this is that crowd flowa with no vain
  Catch me riding in a clutch
  Grim Reaper on my back
  But I never been much of a deep sleeper
  So excuse me for being eager to give them the truth
  Instead of feedin the streets ether
  Born sinner, born sinner
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
  Its your boy, Bubba Watson
  Golf boys
  1-1-6, Reach Records
  Ex-hustler!
  Michael Jackson, Im bad!
  I dont know, I forgot