Houdini

Well, look what the stork brung (what?)

Little baby devil with the forked tongue

And it's stickin' out, yeah, like a sore thumb (bleh)

With a forehead that it grew horns from (look)

Still a white jerk (it's him), pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher

With the Vics, Percs and a Bud Light shirt

Lyrical technician (yeah), an electrician (yeah)

Y'all light work

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)