🎵 Houdini (Eminem Remix) // by Crypt

4 ContributorsHoudini (Eminem Remix) 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 fuckin' 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 shit? The last one I did threw the fiends into quick fits So get bent, like your bitch 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 shit Toes in the fire every time that I spit a lick You hoes gangin' up in a group chat resenting Crypt Looking like a can of Vienna, bunch of mini dicks A misfit, like I had to take the clothes back Broke bitches 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, bitch, I'm up in this bitch Like an IUD, IED with the pen I've dissed many men Innocence ain't what I'm claimin' I'm maimin' bitches 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 fuckin' 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 bitches 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 Bitches playin' checkers but I'm chessin', I'm a pawn thrower Spittin' shit so easily I think I need to jaw slower Sewin' my seeds, I'm growin' my weeds I'm a giant in this bitch, fo-fi-fum-fee Nothin' out of my reach like I'm AT&T Killin' 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 fuckin' referee Don't you mess or fuck me like I've got an STD I'm P-I-double S-E-D you bitches 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 fucks You'll get bucked, then you'll pass out Chin checked, seein' all stars, you'll get Smash Mouth-ed, like a weak bitch 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 fuck 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 teeth 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 pussy 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 shit, oh shit, 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 kill nobody, haha, fuck it) Like Abra-abracadabra (Ava-Avada Kadavra, hahaha) (And for my last trick) Just like that and I'm back, bruh