Houdini - Eminem, ukulele chords


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Published: 2024-06-03 14:30
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Am Dm E7


Skit:
Hey, Em, itʼs Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, youʼre on your own

Intro:
Am                     Dm
Guess whoʼs back, back again?
E7                     Am
Shadyʼs back, tell a friend
Am                     Dm
Guess whoʼs back, back again?
E7                     Am
Shadyʼs back, tell a friend

Am                       Dm
Guess whoʼs back, guess whoʼs back
                  E7
Guess whoʼs back, guess whoʼs back
            Am
Guess whoʼs back, guess whoʼs back
Guess whoʼs back

Am Dm
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
 E7 Am
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da)

Verse:
      Am
Well look what the stork brung
                Dm
(What?) Little baby devil with the forked tongue
                        E7
And itʼs stickinʼ out yeah like a sore thumb
                   Am
(Bleah) With a forehead that it grew horns from
      Am
Still a white jerk
                                 Dm
Pullinʼ up in a Chrysler to the cypher with the vicʼs, percs and a Bud Light shirt
             E7                                   Am
Lyrical technician an electrician yaʼll light work

And I donʼt gotta play pretend itʼs you I make believe
And you know Iʼm here to stay cause 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 donʼt know but Iʼm glad to be
Back, like

Chorus:
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick) Iʼm bout to reach in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick) (poof) Just like that and Iʼm back, bro

Verse:
Now back in the days of old me
(When) Right around the time I became a dope fiend
Ate some codeine, as a way of coping taste of opiates, case of O.E
​Turned me into smiley face emoji
My shit may not be age appropri-
Ate but I will hit an eight year old in the face with a participation trophy
ʼCause I have zero doubts
That this whole worldʼs ʼbout
To turn into some girl scouts
That censorship bureauʼs out
To shut me down so when I started this verse
It did start off light hearted at first
But it feels like Iʼm targeted
Mind bogglinʼ how my profit has skyrocketed
Look what I pocketed
Yeah the shit is just like yaʼll have been light jogginʼ and
Iʼve been running at full speed and thatʼs why Iʼm ahead like my noggin and
Iʼm the fight yaʼll get in
When you debate who the best but ops Iʼm white chalkinʼ when
I step up to that mic cock it then
"Oh my god, its him...not again"

Chorus:
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick) Iʼm bout to reach in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick) (poof) Just like that and Iʼm back, bro

Bridge:
Sometimes I wonder what the old meʼd say
(If what) If he could see the way shit is today
(Look at this shit man) Heʼd probably say that everything is gay
(Like happy) Whatʼs my name, whatʼs my name?

Verse:
So how many little kids still wanna act like me
Iʼm a bigger prick than cacti be
And thatʼs why these
Words sting just like you were being attacked by bees
In the coupe leaning back my seat
Bumpinʼ R. Kellyʼs favorite group the black guy peeʼs
In my Air Max 90ʼs
White tʼs walkinʼ parental advisory
My transgender catʼs Siamese
Identifies as black, but acts Chinese
Like a motherfuckinʼ hacky sack I treat
The whole world ʼcause I got the whole world at my feet
How can I explain to you
That even myself Iʼm a danger too
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, Iʼma say that shit
Cancel me what? Ok thatʼs it Go ahead Paul quit
Snake ass prick, you male cross dresser, fake ass bitch
And Iʼll probably get shit for that
(Watch) But you can all suck my dick, in fact
Fuck them-fuck Dre, fuck Jimmy, fuck me, fuck you, fuck my own kids theyʼre brats
(Fuck ʼem)
They can screw-off, them and you all, you too Paul, got two balls, big as RuPaulʼs, what you thought you saw
Ainʼt what you saw
ʼCause youʼre never gonna see me
Caught sleepinʼ and see the kidnappinʼ never did happen
Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini, I vanish into thin air as Iʼm leaving

Chorus:
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick) Iʼm bout to reach in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(and for my last trick) (poof) Just like that and Iʼm back, bro

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