AM,it's Paul.Uh, I was listening to the album...Good fuckin' luck! You're on your own.Guess who's back....Back again...Shady's back...Tell a frid...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! Guess who's back! Guess who's back!Well look what the snork wrung,little baby devil with the forked tongueAnd it's sticking out,yeah, like a sore thumb With a forehead that it grew horns fromStill a white jerk,pulling up in a Chrysler to the CypherWith the fucks box 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 meIf I was to ever take a leave It would be aspirin to break a feedIf I was to ask for Megan Lee Stallion if she would collab with meWould I really have a shot at a feat?I don't know, but I'm glad to be back likeAbra, abra, cadabra And for my last trickI'm about to reach in my back braLike abra, abra, cadabraAnd for my last trickJust like that and I'm back braNow back in the days of old meWhen right around the time I became a doofyAte some coking as a way of copingTake the moon, get case of OatlyTurn me into smelly face emojiMy suit may not be age appropriate,but I will hit an 8 year old in the face with a participation trophyPlus I have zero doubts,that this whole world's bout,to turn into some girl scouts,that sends the * girls outSo when I started this verse it did start off lighthearted at first,but it feels like I'm targeted,mind boggling How my profit is skyrocketing,look what I pocketed,yeah the shoot is just like y'all have been like joggingI'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 debateWho the best but I'm white chonk and then I step up to let my cock get in.Oh my godIt's a chicken down againAbra, abra, cadabra Chicken, and for my last trickI'm about to reach in the back bra Like abra,abra,cadabraChicken, and for my last trickJust like that and I'm back braBreak it downSometimes I wonder what the old me'd sayme say if he could see the way she is today he'd probably say that everything is gaylike happy what's my name what's my name chicken ladyshe's a how many little kids still wanna act like mei'm a bigger * than cacti be and that's why thesewords sting just like you were being attacked by beesin the coop leaning back my seat what open r kelly's favorite groupthe black guy got bees feed my mx 90s white t's walking parental advisorymy name's jim the cat's i meanidentifies as black but acts chineselike a motherfucking hacky sack got treedthe whole world cuz i gotta dat my feetnow can i explain to youthat even myself i'm a danger tooget up on tracks like a kangarooand say you thanks to the anger youcheck my phone dadif i think that * imma say that *cancel me what okay that's itgo ahead paul quit snake ass *you nail cross dresser fake ass bitchand i'll probably get * for thatwatch what you can all smoke my dickin fact vote them vote trey vote jimmyMe from you, my own kids, the Bratz, so gum Biggest whoop-off, them and you, uh, you too, paw, got two balls Biggest whoop-offs, what you thought you saw ain't what you sawCause you're never gonna see me,part-sleepin', see the kid nappin'Never did happen, like Shnary Papini, Harry Houdini I vanish into the thin air as I'm leaving likeAbracadabra,and for my last trickI'm about to reach in my bag, bruhLike Abracadabra,and for my last trickJust like that and I'm back, brah