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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? Guess who`s back?
Guess who`s back? Guess who`s back?
Guess who`s back? Guess who`s back?
Guess who`s back? (Haha)
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 (Bleh)
With a forehead that it grew horns from (Look)
Still a white jerk (It`s him), pullin` up in a Chrysler to the cypher
With the Vics, Percs and a Bud Light shirt
Lyrical technician (Yeah), an electrician (Yeah)
Y`all light work (Haha)
And I don`t gotta play pretend, it`s you I make believe (What?)
And you know I`m here to stay `cause me (Why?)
If I was to ever take a leave (What?)
It would be aspirin` to break a feve` (Yeah)
If I was to ask for Megan Thee (What?)
Stallion if she would collab with me
Would I really have a shot at a feat? (Haha)
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 (Like)
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 (Oh)
Ate some codeine as a way of coping (Mm)
Taste of opiates, case of O.E.?
Turned me into smiley face emoji (Woo)
My shit may not be age-appropriate
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 lighthearted at first (Hmm)
But it feels like I`m targeted
Mind-bogglin` how my profit has skyrocketed
Look what I pocketed
Yeah, the shit is just like y`all had been light joggin`, and
I`ve been runnin` at full speed
And that`s why I`m ahead like my noggin`, and
I`m the fight y`all get in
When you debate who the best, but opps, I`m white chalkin` when
I step up to that mic, cock it then
"Oh my God, it`s him! Not again!"
Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick)
I`m `bout to reach in my bag, bruh (Like)
Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof)
Just like that and I`m back, bro (Break it down)
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? (Slim Shady)
So how many little kids still wanna act like me? (Haha)
I`m a bigger prick than cacti be (Yeah)
And that`s why these (What?)
Words sting just like you were being attacked by bees (Bzz)
In the coupe, leaning back my seat (What?)
Bumpin` R. Kelly`s favorite group (Uh), the black guy (Guy) pees (Pees, haha)
In my Air Max 90s
White Ts, walkin` parental advisory
My transgender cat`s Siamese (Why?)
Identifies as black, but acts Chinese (Haha)
Like a motherfuckin` Hacky Sack, I treat (What?)
The whole world `cause I got it at my feet (Yeah)
How can I explain to you (What?)
That even myself I`m a danger to? (Yeah)
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? Okay, that`s it
Go ahead, Paul, quit, snake-ass prick
You male cross dresser (Haha), 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 (Yeah), them and you all (Uh)
You too, Paul (Punk), got two balls
Big as RuPaul`s (Woah)
What you thought you saw ain`t what you saw (Nah)
`Cause you`re never gon` see me
Caught sleepin` and see the kidnappin` never did happen
Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini
I vanish into the thin air as I`m leavin` like
Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick)
I`m `bout to reach in my bag, bruh (Like)
Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof)
Just like that and I`m back, bro
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