★★★★★
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening
to the album
Good fucking luck,
you're on your own
Guess who's back,
back again?
Shady's back,
tell a friend
Guess who's back,
back again?
Shady's back,
tell a friend
Guess who's back,
back again?
Shady's back,
tell a friend
Guess who's back,
guess who's back
Guess who's back,
guess who's back
Guess who's back,
guess who's back
Guess who's back
(Da-da-da, da, da,
da, da, da, da)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da)
Well look what
the stork brung
(What?) Little baby devil
with the forked tongue
And it's stickin' out yeah
like a sore thumb
(Bleah) With a forehead
that it grew horns from
Still a white jerk
Pullin' up in a Chrysler
to the cypher with
the vic's, percs and
a Bud Light shirt
Lyrical technician
an electrician ya'll
light work
And I don't gotta play
pretend it's you
I make believe
And you know
I'm here to stay cause me
If I was to
ever take a leave
It would be aspirin
to break a feve
If I was to ask
for Megan Thee
Stallion if she
would collab with me
Would I really have
a shot at a feat?
I don't know but
I'm glad to be
Back, like
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
I'm bout to reach
in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
(poof) Just like that
and I'm back, bro
Now back in the days of old me
(When) Right around
the time I became
a dope fiend
Ate some codeine,
as a way of coping
taste of opiates,
case of O.E
Turned me into
smiley face emoji
My shit may not
be age appropri-
Ate but I will hit an
eight year old in
the face with a
participation trophy
'Cause I have zero doubts
That this whole
world's 'bout
To turn into
some girl scouts
That censorship bureau's out
To shut me down so when
I started this verse
It did start off
light hearted at first
But it feels like
I'm targeted
Mind bogglin' how my profit
has skyrocketed
Look what I pocketed
Yeah the shit is just like
ya'll have been
light joggin' and
I've been running at
full speed and that's why
I'm ahead like
my noggin and
I'm the fight ya'll get in
When you debate who
the best but ops
I'm white chalkin' when
I step up to that mic
cock it then
"Oh my god, its him...
not again"
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)...
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
I'm bout to reach
in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
(poof) Just like that
and I'm back, bro
Abra-abracadabra
I'm bout to reach
in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
(poof) Just like that
and I'm back, bro
Sometimes I wonder what
the old me'd say
(If what) If he could see
the way shit is today
(Look at this shit man)
He'd probably say that
everything is gay
(Like happy) What's my name,
what's my name?
So how many little kids
still wanna act like me
I'm a bigger prick
than cacti be
And that's why these
Words sting just like
you were being
attacked by bees
In the coupe leaning
back my seat
Bumpin' R. Kelly's
favorite group the
black guy pee's
In my Air Max 90's
White t's walkin'
parental advisory
My transgender
cat's Siamese
Identifies as black,
but acts Chinese
Like a motherfuckin'
hacky sack I treat
The whole world
'cause I got it at my feet
How can I explain to you
That even myself,
I'm a danger to
I hop on tracks
like a kangaroo
And say a few things
or two to anger you
But fuck that if
I think that shit,
I'ma say that shit
Cancel me what?
Ok that's it go ahead
Paul quit
Snake ass prick,
you male cross dresser,
fake ass bitch
And I'll probably
get shit for that
(Watch) But you can all
suck my dick, in fact
Fuck them-fuck Dre,
fuck Jimmy, fuck me,
fuck you, fuck my own kids
they're brats
(Fuck 'em)
They can screw-off,
them and you all,
you too Paul, got two balls,
big as RuPaul's,
what you thought you saw
Ain't what you saw
'Cause you're never
gonna see me
Caught sleepin'
and see the kidnappin'
never did happen
Like Sherri Papini,
Harry Houdini,
I vanish into thin air
as I'm leaving
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
I'm bout to reach
in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick)
(poof) Just like that
and I'm back, bro
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