Video Description: Katt Williams hates Michael Jackson:
Meanwhile, Michael Jackson is freer than a motherfucka smellin’ like little boys’ booty holes and I’m supposed to be excited. Fuck Michael. I know I’m supposed to be happy ‘cause he used to be black, I know, I know, I remember. Fuck that, Michael forgot he was a nigga, he forgot he was a nigga, he forgot he was a nigga, that it was us supporting him, he had that big ass, greasy ass, bell pepper-ass nose, that was us. Then the motherfucker wanted to get white. We kept giving a nigga chances and shit, with that villalago [vitiligo] shit, you know that ain’t no real god damn shit! What nigga you know called Villalago? It be a lion as big as a mothafucka to catch Villalago! You mean I can get my credit rating up to 720 by catching this shit? Fuck Michael. Fuck him, fuck him! I don’t give a fuck how good you can sing and dance, I got babies you nasty motherfucka! You can’t play with little boys’ booty holes—and some of y’all lookin at me like ‘I can’t believe you saying that! It’s a set-up!’ Fuck a set-up. Don’t nobody say the same shit about you for twenty god damn years. What the fuck is you talkin’ about? If a motherfucka call you a crackhead for 20 years, bitch you are smoking crack! Whitney [Houston] done smoked her kneecaps off and we still talk about, ‘Uh-Uh!’ Fuck Michael. He spent his whole life trying to be a white woman. His whole motherfuckin life. Then as soon as a nigger get in trouble, now he want to be surrounded by Muslims and shit. Michael, you ain’t no mothafuckin’ Muslim! You can’t even be a Muslim! You got a white woman pork face! How you gonna be a Muslim if half your face is pork, Michael? Fuck, Michael gonna get on TV and lie to us and tell us shit don’t make no fuckin’ sense. This nigga climbin’ up in trees and shit, talking bout, ‘Don’t you climb trees?’ No mothafucka, we got bills and shit! Take your Peter Pan ass and make some peanut butter or some shit. Fuck Michael! Telling niggas that done paid good money for him, tellin’ us shit that don’t make no god damn sense. Talkin’ about he put in his nigga-dick in a white woman and came out with two white babies that ain’t mixed! Who the fuck do you think you talkin’ to, nigga? I’m a grown mothafuckin’ man! You put a nigga-dick in a white woman and got two blonde, blue-eyed babies? Nigga, fuck you! Fuck you! One of them babies’ name is Blanket. You can’t name no nigga baby ‘Blanket!’ You can’t name a nigga baby nothing soft. Not blanket, quilt, or comforter, none of that shit. Fuck Michael. We know what the fuck Michael doin’, we been knowing how Michael was. If you don’t believe me, tell me when was the last time Michael was in a relationship that you believed. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
When was the last time you was like, ‘Michael is fuckin’ the shit out of that bitch?’ Not never! That motherfucker was showing up to press conferences as he got Emmanuel Lewis sitting on his mothafuckin lap, and we like, ‘Aww, that’s cute!’ Forgetting the fact that Emmanuel Lewis was 26 motherfuckin’ years old at the god damn time! Fuck that nigga. He just on the balcony, picking little boys out, just…’I like him.’ Michael can’t fucking lie to me. I’m a grown motherfuckin’ man. I love bitches. That’s my shit. I love bitches, so if you go into my house it’s certain shit in my house that ain’t for me, it’s for bitches. I got a regular bed with regular pillows, and I got two pillows with a silk cover on it. That’s not for me, that’s in case bitches want to come over there and they don’t feel like wrapping their god damn hair up. They ain’t gotta fuck up they perm, fuckin’ with a nigga. ‘Cause I love bitches. That’s my shit. If you go to my house, it’s Alizé in my house. I don’t drink no mothafuckin Alizé, but bitches do! And when they come over there, I want them to feel comfortable! Now what the fuck would Michael need in his house if he was trying to make little boys feel comfortable? I don’t know, a god damn amusement park? Some motherfuckin animals? A video game? Some free candy? Did you notice all the kids on trial was the same? They was all either sick, or slow, or used to have cancer, or couldn’t speak English good. You notice it wasn’t no little nigger kids on trial? You noticed that, didn’t you? You know why? ‘Cause it’s hard to fuck a nigger child, that’s why. I could take my son to Neverland Ranch right now! I betcha Michael can’t fuck him! My son would be sitting in the driveway like, ‘Uh-uh, Mr. Jackson! I thought we was goin’ to Lil’ Bow Wow’s house! I’m finna call my daddy: ‘I am a boy, Damon!’ You finna get it. You finna get it.