Description
A loud return, as if they kicked the studio door down. There's audacity, energy, and a faint smell of gasoline in the air from the words that flare up like a match struck against a sole. It's as if the world has received another dose of the chaos it missed so much. Everything around is spinning at the edge of too fast, too sharply, too vividly. Every line is a mockery of order, a challenge to decency and boredom. Here, you don't apologize or ask for permission. They just walk in, pat you on the shoulder, and remind you who's actually running this party. The air is buzzing with self-assurance, and the smile is a warning: the show has started, and you can't turn it off now.
Lyrics and translation
Original
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, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
I've created a monster 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more.
They want Shady on chopped liver.
Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you.
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor, some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the doctor when
I'm not cooperating, when I'm rocking the table while he's operating. Hey.
You waited this long, now stop debating 'cause I'm back, I'm on the Reagan
Administration. I know that you got a job, Ms.
Cheney, but your husband's heart problem's complicating, so the FCC won't let me be, or let me be me, so let me see.
They tried to shut me down on MTV, but it feels so empty without me.
So come on and dip bum on your lips.
Fuck that, on your lips, and some on your tits, and get ready 'cause this is about to get heavy. I just settled all my lawsuits.
you, Debbie.
Now, this looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me 'cause we need a little controversy, 'cause it feels so empty without you.
This looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me 'cause we need a little controversy, 'cause it feels so empty without me.
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious, embarrassed their parents still listen to
Elvis.
They start feeling like prisoners, helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Butch! " A visionary vision is scary.
Could start a revolution, polluted in the airwaves.
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass, and it's a disaster, such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass. You asked for me, well, I'm back.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter, the center of attention back for the winter.
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling, infesting in your kids' ears and nesting, testing attention, please.
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me. Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free. A nuisance, who sent you?
Sent for me.
Now, this looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me 'cause we need a little controversy, 'cause it feels so empty without you.
This looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me 'cause we need a little controversy, 'cause it feels so empty without me.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh. A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this sh. . .
, that sh. . . Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked worse than them Little
Limp Biskit bastards.
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie, you thirty-six-year-old bald-headed F. Blow me. You don't know me.
You're too old, let go. It's over. Nobody listens to techno. Now, let's go, just give me the signal.
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults.
I've been dope since Prince met with a pencil, ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol.
But sometimes this sh. . .
just seems everybody only wants to discuss me, so this must mean I'm disgusting, but it's just me. I'm just obscene. Yeah.
Though I'm not the first king of controversy, I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley to do Black music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy. Hey.
There's a concept that works.
Twenty million other white rappers emerge, but no matter how many fish in the sea, it'd be so empty without me.
Now, this looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me 'cause we need a little controversy, 'cause it feels so empty without you.
This looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me 'cause we need a little controversy, 'cause it feels so empty without me.
Dee, dee, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.