Houdini

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
Guess who's back

Dadada da da da da da da
Dadada 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
Y'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 aspirin 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 appropriate
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 y'all 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, 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, poof)
Just like that and I'm back, bro (Break it down)

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 (Break it down)

Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say (If what)
If he could see the way shit is today
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 pees
In my Air Max Nineties
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 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, okay, 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