Who's this on a taboo track yelling “look who's back!?” I deserve true flack

Straight smash every classic, sack every plastic quack in the pack, Sick's pact

In fact, I deserve a few titles

A literary heir (air) that had never knew Michael

A little curly haired dude, could fit in Jew bibles

A sus clothes wearer stuck in budget-view idle

Despite all that bull I'm a bull that goes hard

Incinerating burns that'll leave you more charred

With spit full of wit that can keep a foe scarred

And have them rock a feather coat for sounding so tard'

Oh lord it's straight lard to my ears

This crap pop rap resembles tones of my rear

If stoned with a beer after shots of Everclear

I'd have tears falling from the face of haters making jeers

Like Clay you're aching (Aiken) ears, the verses don't compare

I bury competition opposition stay in pairs

I'm warning with the flares, you hear me in aplomb

But challenge my supremacy? You'll see atomic bombs

See I used to live for highs used to burn all of the reefer

Found myself in rap, now the game is what I'm chief of

I am the creator comma Tyler I'll defeat him

A walking paradox I silence onomatopoeias

Yonkers it's bonkers my intellect is longer

Battle scenes and fighting fiends eventually I'll conquer

If Kate P is E.T. and Weezy is a martian

Than I can't wait to see them up in space because I'm launching

Myself up to their lawn and greet them with “good morning”

How can ya'll be sleeping I've been working since the dawn, man

Your yawning I'm Gaga-esque, born this way since my first breath

Never will I be perfect I'll never grasp it until my death

Can't imagine what is next acting like I give a damn

Using everything I got until I have a pension plan

Shout out now to all the fans, friends, and my dearest

Instead of studying the books they memorize my lyrics