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houdini (eminem remix) - crypt lyrics

[intro]
guess who’s back, back again?
crypt is back, tell a friend
guess who’s back, back again?
crypt is back, so tell a f*ckin’ 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

[verse 1]
guess who’s back to remix this sh*t?
the last one i did threw the fiends into quick fits
so get bent, like your b*tch when she sense crypt
or the front fender of that diana princess
’cause i know i’m gonna die and i don’t really give a sh*t
toes in the fire every time that i spit a l!ck
you hoes gangin’ up in a group chat resenting crypt
looking like a can of vienna, bunch of mini d*cks
a misfit, like i had to take the clothes back
broke b*tches wanna tell me how to grow cash
kick ’em in the sternum, make ’em hurt, i got ’em so mad
’cause now they got a flat chest, and no racks
well, tough titty, b*tch, i’m up in this b*tch
like an iud, ied with the pen i’ve dissed many men
innocence ain’t what i’m claimin’
i’m maimin’ b*tches in my way, so in a sense i’m aimin’, like i’m prayin’
but i’m sprayin’ lyrical bullets that’ll tunnel themselves inside your f*ckin’ puny brain and
i’m seeing why they put me at the top of the list of corny rappers that exist (why?)
’cause i’m amazin’
chase me to the peak? nah, you at max height
leave you b*tches hangin’ from the ceiling like a stalactite
no roof to my ride like a fast bike
wanna take my spot? think again, you wish like a rabbi
every time i chop, i see the green like i’m a lawnmower
hittin’ homers like the other team just couldn’t toss slower
b*tches playin’ checkers but i’m chessin’, i’m a p*wn thrower
spittin’ sh*t so easily i think i need to jaw slower
sewin’ my seeds, i’m growin’ my weeds
i’m a giant in this b*tch, fo*fi*fum*fee
nothin’ out of my reach like i’m at&t
k!llin’ everything and everybody like i’m on a spree
tellin’ everyone i know just what i did, don’t take a plea
whistleblower on my crimes like a f*ckin’ referee
don’t you mess or f*ck me like i’ve got an std
i’m p*i*double s*e*d you b*tches ever doubted me
’cause i been mindin’ my business, growin’ my business
makin’ sure that i’ma never go broke is my intentions
but i’m back now, got me screwed up
if you thinking’ i’m a cash cow, done told you punks
mention me, then i’ma lash out, don’t give two f*cks
you’ll get bucked, then you’ll pass out
chin checked, seein’ all stars, you’ll get smash mouth*ed, like a weak b*tch
call me melatonin, ’cause know that i’ma put you to sleep quick
i’m manic, ready to snap and you should panic
know a thousand different ways to f*ck you up like tantric
the show is goin’, the curtain open
you just summoned the magician, so it’s time for you to vanish
[chorus]
like abra*abracadabra
(and for my last trick) i’m ’bout to reach in my bag, bruh
like abra*abracadabra
(and for my last trick) just like that and i’m back, bruh

[verse 2]
cat is out of the bag, rabbit’s out of the hat
they tried to put me in a box and then saw me in half
drop me in tank shackled to locks, in fact
they did everything they could to make me never come back
but here i am unscathed in the center of stage
ace up in my sleeve, don’t need the keys to escape
fired bullets at my face, but i caught ’em in my t**th
what you thought you really saw really wasn’t what was seen
every time i rap, haters come from out of sight
like channing tatum, i guess i got a magic mic
being broke is a tragic life
only green that you see’s at the bottom of a traffic light
emphatic rhymes gave me big cheese and toys
i’m magic with the p*ssy like siegfried & roy
handlin’ the smoke like a chimney that’s void
you can’t even start a fire, you are smokey employed
you a joke lookin’ boy, ho lookin’ boy
slow lookin’ boy, fakier than faux lookin’ boy
i hope i never see you ’cause i’ll probably think of all the things you ever done to me and make you croak lookin’ boy
call him pinocchio, ’cause lying’s the only way that he knows to grow
they never went on tour, never sold a show
but still they act like the biggest in the globe, it’s jokes
they really sold their soul
i welcomed rappers in my home that i don’t talk to anymore
i think about those days and it makes me really sad, bruh
but that’s part of this life, and it is par for the course
now it’s time to disappear, avada kedavra
[chorus]
like abra*abracadabra (oh sh*t, oh sh*t, that’s the wrong one, yeah, that was the wrong one)
(and for my last trick) i’m ’bout to reach in my bag, bruh (i’m not trying to k!ll n0body, haha, f*ck it)
like abra*abracadabra (ava*avada kadavra, hahaha)
(and for my last trick) just like that and i’m back, bruh

- crypt lyrics

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