Thaibeats - Houdini lyrics

[Intro] Oh, you thought I was gonna come in on the beat on time? I do what I want, but you know that I stay on my rhyme Stay on my rhyme, pick a genre: trap or grime I do it all, y'all watch me ball, and your jaws'll fall [Verse 1] My circle tight, and you are a square I'm a denizen of hell, and you are in my lair ‘Bout to spit another sesh, I'm the devil in the flesh I go pound for pound or put in a round in your chest I rock an RPG like yo soy el diablo And I'm gonna take your life, make you “The - of Pablo” Pop off the hip with heat like I got new Yeezy beats Girls line up like the butcher's shop because they all want the meat Pick your type, I can make it beef or pork I got all the birds, doesn't matter if they storks Like a new toy, y'all playing with the boy, I'm a chess king, and I need a Claire Foy In my corner, don't be a foreigner, don't need no Helen of Troy Done with the games and I'm done with the lames Hang it all up like a picture frame I go insane, run this country B. Hussein, boy don't complain No pain, no gain, no pain, no gain, no pain, no gain [Chorus] Pop back in, then disappear: story of your life You just cause me strife, you are not no type to wife You're fully aware that the kid is a genie Now disappear for good, and leave my life like Houdini [Verse 2] This a no flex zone, I don't care to impress So I just get up, and I just get dressed Don't try to start beef because you'll get no press You're a left-facing arrow, always gonna be less You're Nose Hill Park and I'm the Himalayas Bank nation on me, salute the anthem for the players Bars in my face like the Simpson with the juice Brood all day and night, and I dispense it like Bruce B-E-N on every base from the first to third Got a backend fetish because all you smash is turds I'm like Truman, asking “Should I drop it?” I prepare for the damages, tell the squad to mop it They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned But your actions were telling, and this should have been forewarned Shake it off, leave all the remnants at the mic A bourgeois prima donna, that's that type I don't like [Chorus] Pop back in, then disappear: story of your life You just cause me strife, you are not no type to wife You're fully aware that the kid is a genie Now disappear for good, and leave my life like Houdini