(Intro)
Yeah (yeeeeah)

This how they want it?

(Head banger)

Wassup? Ha!

Guess who's back in the flesh?

Verse 1 :
Augh, this is how im livin, chillin like a villan.
All this good is gettin up in my system.
Beggin' me to quit? Man stop that wishin'.
When I left Cali I swore that I was gonna kill it.
Talkin' 'bout the game, gimmie fortune and fame,
and I guarantee that i'll still be the same.
Every time I touch down know that I am winnin.
Like you missed that kick, no punt intended.
Augh, one verse one hearse.
Graves I dig em, if you can't take the heat stay the hell up out the kitchen.
Lyrics so cold and the flow is so nice aint gotta wait over night to start shittin' ice.
Okay now this is it, Michael Jackson.
Rex D back again, speed it up a bit.
No kid.
Piece of crap that don't make you the shit.
I snap necks like they where toothpicks bitch!

Hook (Kid Cudi):
You can look all over but you'll never find
(hot shit) like mine
WOOP.... it blow your mind.

You can look all over but you'll never find
(hot shit) like mine
Cause I provide
That new new

Verse 2:
Time to pay homage, you can't get beyond this.
Honest, I'll turn it into bloody August.
When it's the middle of July, why lie?
On your neck like a tie, BOOM bye-bye.
Hasta la vista, wouldn't wanna be ya.
Livin' life fast than the legs of a cheetah.
Heart of a lion, eye of the tiger.
But I aint no Pussycat, Nicole Scherzinger.
Im a beast, with a broken leash, to say the least.
Eat beats, give me a drum roll to have a feast.
I don't need a sidekick.
Treat your chick like rice the perfect side dish.
I am so fly even when I am zonin'.
Back itchy I can feel my wings growin, still flowin.
They know who is back in town,
that's why they start singin when I come around like ...

Hook (Kid Cudi):
You can look all over but you'll never find
(hot shit) like mine
WOOP.... it blow your mind.

You can look all over but you'll never find
(hot shit) like mine
Cause I provide
That new new

Verse 3:
Rex D, indeed a hundred times ten a microphone fiend.
Musics what I bleed so Hip-Hop is my blood type.
To think about what to say next I should write,
but whatever I say on the mic sounds so right.
They look at me mean but the flows so nice.
Snapbacks, Nike Airs, ready to take flight, didn't catch that one? That means I'm fly.
Why try to take me down?
I'm up here and I'm plannin' on stickin' around.
You're the biggest loser man I go pound for pound,
underachiever but far from underground. (whoo!)
In my own zone, sit on my own thrown.
You're not on my level so go and run home, like Forrest.
Not that thugish not that rughish but I'm bad to the bone wit some harmony.
It's Nothin'.

Hook (Kid Cudi):
You can look all over but you'll never find
(hot shit) like mine
WOOP.... it blow your mind.

You can look all over but you'll never find
(hot shit) like mine
Cause I provide
That new new

Outro

I'm a cocky son of a gun aren't I?

DAT NEW NEW!

I do, DAT NEW NEW!

Yeah, Cudi. I just had to do it to them man.

No turnin' back, foo.