Houdini

作词 : Steve Miller/Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Kevin Bell/Anne Dudley/Trevor Horn/Malcolm McLaren

作曲 : Steve Miller/Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Kevin Bell/Anne Dudley/Trevor Horn/Malcolm McLaren

Hey, Em, it's Paul

Uh, I was listening to the album

Good f*cking 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?

Ha-ha!

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, y'all light work (Yeah, yeah, ha-ha)

And I don't gotta play pretend, it's you I make believe (What?)

And you know I'm here to stay 'cause me (Why?)

If I was to ever take a leave (What?)

It would be aspirin to break a feve' (Yeah)

If I was to ask for Megan Thee (What?)

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 c*****e, as a way of coping, taste of opiates, case of O.E. (Mmm)

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 lighthearted 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 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 opps, I'm white chalkin' when

I step up to that mic, c**k 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

Break it down

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? (Slim Shady)

So how many little kids still wanna act like me? (Ha-ha)

I'm a bigger prick than cacti be (Yeah)

And that's why these (What?)

Words sting just like you were being attacked by bees (Bzzz)

In the coupe, leaning back my seat (What?)

Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group, the black guy pees (Guy pees)

In my Air Max 90s

White Ts, walkin' parental advisory

My transgender cat's Siamese

Identifies as Black, but acts Chinese

Like a muhf*ckin' Hacky Sack, I treat (What?)

The whole world 'cause I got it at my feet (Yeah)

How can I explain to you (What?)

That even myself I'm a danger to? (Yeah)

I hop on tracks like a kangaroo

And say a few things or two to anger you

But f*ck 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 b***h

And I'll probably get shit for that (Watch)

But you can all suck my d**k, in fact

F*ck them, f*ck Dre, f*ck Jimmy, f*ck me, f*ck you

F*ck my own kids, they're brats (F*ck 'em)

They can screw off, them and you all (Yeah, uh)

You too, Paul, got two balls

Big as RuPaul's, what you thought you saw (Whoa)

Ain't what you saw (Nah)

'Cause you're never gon' see me

Caught sleepin' and see the kidnappin' never did happen

Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini

I vanish into the thin 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, bro