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
(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 y`all 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? (Ha!)
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, bruh


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 y`all 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 y`all 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, it`s him... not again!"

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, bruh


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 too
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 crossdresser, 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 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 leaving, 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, bruh