Houdini Lyrics
- Hey, Em, it’s Paul
- uh, I was listening to the album
- Good fucking luck, you’re on your own
- 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
- 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 sticken out, yeah, like a sore thumb
- 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 y’all 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 aspirin to break a feve
- If I was to ever take a leave, it would be aspirin to break a feve
- If I was to ask for Megan The Stallion if she would collab with me
- Would I really have a shot at a feat?
- (Ha)
- 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, bruh
- 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 of 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 y’all have been light jogging and I’ve been running at full speed
- And that’s why I’m ahead like my noggin, and I’m the fight y’all get in
- When you debate who the best but ops I’m white chalking when
- I step up to that mic, cock it then
- “Oh my god, it’s 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) I’m ’bout to reach in my bag, bruh
- Sometimes I wonder what the old me’d say
- If what? If he could see the way shit today
- (Look at this shit, man) He’d propably say that everything
- 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 it at my feet
- How can I explain to you?
- That even myself, I’m a danger too
- I hope on tracks like a kangaroo
- And say a few things or two to anger you
- But fuck that, if think that shit, I’m say that shit
- Cancel me what? Okay, that’s, go ahead, Paul, quit
- Snake-ass prick, you male crossdresser, 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 me 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 saw
- Cause you’re never gon’ see me
- Caught sleepin and see the kidnappin never did happen
- Like Sherri Papini, Hary Houdini, I vanish into the air as I’m leaving, 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, bruh
