Hey Em it's Paul
Uh I was listening to the album
Good * 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
Well look what the stork brung
Little baby devil with the forked tongue
And it's stickin' out yeah
Like a sore thumb
With a forehead that it grew horns from
Still a white jerk
Pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher
With the Vics 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
I don't know but I'm glad to be back like
Abra-abracadabra
I'm 'bout to reach in my bag bruh
Abra-abracadabra
Just like that and I'm back bro
Now back in the days of old me
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 * 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
So when I started this verse
It did start off lighthearted at first
But it feels like I'm targeted
Mind-bogglin' how my profit has skyrocketed
Look what I pocketed
Yeah the * 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
I'm 'bout to reach in my bag bruh
Abra-abracadabra
Just like that and I'm back bro
Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say
If he could see the way * is today
He'd probably say that everything is gay
What's my name
What's my name
So 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 coupe leaning back my seat
Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group
The black guy pees
In my Air Max 90s
White Ts 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 * that if I think that *
I'ma say that *
Cancel me what
Okay that's it
Go ahead Paul quit snake-ass *
You male cross-dresser fake-ass bitch
And I'll probably get * for that
But you can all suck my * in fact
* them * Dre * Jimmy
* me * you
* my own kids they're brats
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
I'm 'bout to reach in my bag bruh
Abra-abracadabra
Just like that and I'm back bro