Don’t need to call the hearse just yet, cause I’m not ready to die.
In fact, I’m just getting started. I’m gonna spread my wings and fly.

CHORUS:
You all thought I was done, but I’m back to being number one.
Hope you didn’t have too much fun, cause now I’m back to being number one.

Don’t need to plan the funeral, cause I’m nowhere near dead.
I’m gonna rise to the occasion; put all you punks to bed. (Chorus)

Now you all know not to count your chickens before they hatch.
Cause I’m about to take off and I’ll be too fast to catch. (Solo) (Chorus)

White boy comedic rap...it's the only way this will have a chance.

Buy yourself a grill and good luck...with that.

pornogrind

When I wrote this, I had "King Nothing" by Metallica in mind as far as music goes.