Lyricist : Steve Miller/Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Kevin Bell/Anne Dudley/Trevor Horn/Malcolm McLaren
Composer : Steve Miller/Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Kevin Bell/Anne Dudley/Trevor Horn/Malcolm McLaren
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good f*cking 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?
Ha-ha!
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 (Yeah, yeah, ha-ha)
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?
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, bro
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. (Mmm)
Turned me into smiley face emoji
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
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 opps, I'm white chalkin' when
I step up to that mic, cock it then
"Oh my God, its 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, 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? (Ha-ha)
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 (Bzzz)
In the coupe, leaning back my seat (What?)
Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group, the black guy pees (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 muhf*ckin' 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 f*ck 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, fake-ass bitch
And I'll probably get shit for that (Watch)
But you can all suck my dick, in fact
F*ck them, f*ck Dre, f*ck Jimmy, f*ck me, f*ck you
F*ck my own kids, they're brats (F*ck 'em)
They can screw off, them and you all (Yeah, uh)
You too, Paul, got two balls
Big as RuPaul's, what you thought you saw (Whoa)
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 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, bro
