Houdini

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 (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da) (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da) Well look what the stork brung (what?) little baby devil with the forked tongue and it's stickin' out yeah like a sore thumb (bleah) with a forehead that it grew horns from still a white jerk pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher with the vic's, percs and a Bud Light shirt lyrical technician an electrician ya'll light work and I don't gotta play pretend it's you I make believe and you know I'm here to stay cause me if I was to ever take a leave it would be asprin to break a feve if I was to ask for Megan Thee Stallion if she would collab with me would I really have a shot at a feat? I don't know but I'm glad to be back, like Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) I'm bout to reach in my bag, bruh abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) (poof) just like that and I'm back, bro Now back in the days of old me (when) right around the time I became a dope fiend ate some codeine, as a way of coping taste of opiates, case of O.E. turned me into smiley face emoji my shit may not be age appropri- ate but I will hit an eight year old in the face with a participation trophy ‘cause I have zero doubts that this whole world's ‘bout to turn into some girl scouts that censorship bureau's out to shut me down so when I started this verse it did start off light hearted at first but it feels like I'm targeted mind bogglin' how my profit has skyrocketed look what I pocketed yeah the shit is just like ya'll have been light joggin' and I've been running at full speed and that's why I'm ahead like my noggin and I'm the fight ya'll get in when you debate who the best but ops I'm white chalkin' when I step up to that mic cock it then “oh my god its him...not again” Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) I'm bout to reach in my bag, bruh abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) (poof) just like that and I'm back, bro Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say (if what) if he could see the way shit is today (look at this shit man) he'd probably say that everything is gay (like happy) what's my name, what's my name? 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 pee's in my Air Max 90's white t's 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 the whole world at my feet how can I explain to you that even myself I'm a danger too 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? Ok 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 (watch) 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 (fuck ‘em) 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 gonna see me caught sleepin' and see the kidnappin' never did happen like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini, I vanish into thin air as I'm leaving Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) I'm bout to reach in my bag, bruh abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) (poof) just like that and I'm back, bro