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 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 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 cross dresser, fake-ass bitch And I'll probably get shit for that, 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 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 leavin' like Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) Just like that and I'm back, bro