Karaoké Houdini Eminem

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

Dah dah dah mmh

Dah mmh dah mmh dah mmh dah

Mmh dah mmh dah mmh

Dah dah dah mmh

Dah mmh dah mmh dah mmh dah

Mmh

Well look what the stork brung

Little baby devil with the forked tongue

And it's stickin' out

Yeah like a sore thumb

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

And I don't gotta play pretend

It's you I make believe

And you know I'm here to stay 'cos 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

I'm 'bout to reach in my bag bruh

Abra abra cadabra

Poof

Just like that and I'm back bruh

Now back in the days of old me

Right around the time

I became a dope fiend

Ate some codeine as a way of copin'

Taste of opiates, case of OE

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

'Cos I have zero doubts that this whole world's 'bout to turn into some girl scouts

That censorship bureau's out to

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 y'all have been light joggin' and

I've been runnin' 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

I'm 'bout to reach in my bag bruh

Abra abracadabra

Poof

Just like that and I'm back bruh

Break it down

Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say

If he could see the way shit is today

He'd probably say that everything is gay

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 bein' attacked by bees

In the coupe leanin' 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 'cos

I got it at my feet

How can I explain to you that even myself I'm a danger to

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

Imma say that shit

Cancel me, what

Okay that's it

Go ahead Paul quit

Snake-ass prick

You male crossdresser

Fake-ass bitch

And I'll probably get shit for that 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

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

'Cos 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 leavin' like

Abra abracadabra

I'm 'bout to reach in my bag bruh

Abra abracadabra

Poof

Just like that and I'm back bruh