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 tongue
And it's sticking out,
yeah, like a sore thumb With a forehead that it grew horns from
Still a white jerk,
pulling up in a Chrysler to the Cypher
With 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 me
If I was to ever take a leave It would be aspirin to break a feed
If I was to ask for Megan Lee 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, abra, cadabra And for my last trick
I'm about to reach in my back bra
Like abra, abra, cadabra
And for my last trick
Just like that and I'm back bra
Now back in the days of old me
When right around the time I became a doofy
Ate some coking as a way of coping
Take the moon, get case of Oatly
Turn me into smelly face emoji
My suit may not be age appropriate,
but I will hit an 8 year old in the face with a participation trophy
Plus I have zero doubts,
that this whole world's bout,
to turn into some girl scouts,
that sends the * girls out
So 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 jogging
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 I'm white chonk and then I step up to let my cock get in.
Oh my god
It's a chicken down again
Abra, abra, cadabra Chicken, and for my last trick
I'm about to reach in the back bra Like abra,
abra,
cadabra
Chicken, and for my last trick
Just like that and I'm back bra
Break it down
Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say
me say if he could see the way she is today he'd probably say that everything is gay
like happy what's my name what's my name chicken lady
she's a how many little kids still wanna act like me
i'm a bigger * than cacti be and that's why these
words sting just like you were being attacked by bees
in the coop leaning back my seat what open r kelly's favorite group
the black guy got bees feed my mx 90s white t's walking parental advisory
my name's jim the cat's i mean
identifies as black but acts chinese
like a motherfucking hacky sack got treed
the whole world cuz i gotta dat my feet
now can i explain to you
that even myself i'm a danger too
get up on tracks like a kangaroo
and say you thanks to the anger you
check my phone dad
if i think that * imma say that *
cancel me what okay that's it
go ahead paul quit snake ass *
you nail cross dresser fake ass bitch
and i'll probably get * for that
watch what you can all smoke my dick
in fact vote them vote trey vote jimmy
Me 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 saw
Cause 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 like
Abracadabra,
and for my last trick
I'm about to reach in my bag, bruh
Like Abracadabra,
and for my last trick
Just like that and I'm back, brah