Houdini Eminem on The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce) Producers

Luis Resto & Eminem “Houdini” is the lead single of Eminem’s twelfth studio album The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce). The track is named after Harry Houdini, a popular magician known for… Read More

Brainrot Translator Version

[Skit: Paul Rosenberg] Yo, Em, it's Paul Uh, I was vibin' to the new heat Gotta say, good luck, you're in for a wild ride, my dude

[Intro: Eminem] Guess who's back, back again? Shady's back, spread the word, fam 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 (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da) (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da)

[Verse 1: Eminem] Check out what the stork dropped (What?) A lil' imp with a tongue that's forked Sticking out, yeah, like a sore thumb (Bleah) With a forehead that's hornin' up Still the pale maestro Rollin' up in a Chrysler, cypher's lit with the vic's, percs, and a Bud Light vibe Lyrical tech, electric with the light work No need to fake it, I make you believe And you know I'm here for keeps, 'cause If I ever bounce, it's like aspirin for a fever If I hit up Megan Thee Stallion for a collab Got a shot at a banger? (Ha!) No clue, but I'm stoked to be back, like

[Chorus: Eminem] Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to dip in my stash, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof) Just like that, I'm back in the mix, bruh

[Verse 2: Eminem] Waaaay back in the day, the old me (When) Just 'round the bend when I got hooked on the dope beat Chowed down on some codeine, just coping with the opiates, case of O.E ​Turned me into a smiley face, emoji style My flow might not be age-appropriate— But I'd slap an eight-year-old with a participation trophy 'Cause I'm doubt-free This world's turning into some scout troops That censorship squad's out To shut me up, but when I started this verse It was light-hearted at first But now I feel like the target Mind-blowing how my bank's skyrocketed, look at my pocket Yeah, y'all been joggin' light, I've been sprintin' at max speed That's why I'm ahead, top of the heap, and I'm the fight you get in When you debate who's the best, but watch, I'm white-chalkin' it When I step to the mic, I cock it then "Oh my god, it's him... not again!" [Chorus: Eminem] Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to dip in my stash, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof) Just like that, I'm back in the mix, bruh

[Bridge: Eminem] Sometimes I ponder what the old me'd spit (If what?) If he could peep how things be today (Look at this mess) He'd probably say everything's lit (Like happy!) What's my name, what's my name?

[Verse 3: Eminem] So, how many lil' homies wanna mimic me? I'm a bigger thorn than cacti, believe me And that's why these bars sting, like a bee attack In the ride, seat way back Jammin' to R. Kelly's fave jam, the black guy's leakin' In my Air Max 90's White T's, parental advisory walkin' My trans cat's Siamese Identifies as black, but acts like a Chinese cat Like a hacky sack, I play the world, 'cause it's at my feet How can I break it down to you? That even I, I'm a hazard too I leap on tracks like a kangaroo And spit a few bars to rile you up But forget that, if I think it, I'm spittin' it Cancel me, what? Alright, that's it, go ahead, Paul, bounce Snake-ass dude, you male crossdresser, fake-ass cat And I'll probably catch flak for that (Watch) But you can all kiss my grits, in fact Forget them, Dre, Jimmy, me, you, my own kids, they're brats (Forget 'em) They can all take a hike You too, Paul, got balls big as RuPaul's, what you thought you saw wasn't what you saw 'Cause you'll never catch me Napping, and the snatching never happened Like Sherri Papini, Houdini, I vanish into thin air as I'm exiting, like [Chorus: Eminem] Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to dip in my stash, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof) Just like that, I'm back in the mix, bruh

Original version

[Skit: Paul Rosenberg] Hey, Em, it's Paul Uh, I was listening to the album Good fucking luck, you're on your own

[Intro: 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 (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da) (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da)

[Verse 1: Eminem] Well, look what the stork brung (What?) Little baby devil with the forked tongue And it's stickin' out, yeah, like a sore thumb (Bleah) 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 '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? (Ha!) I don't know, but I'm glad to be back, like

[Chorus: Eminem] Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bruh

[Verse 2: Eminem] 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 'Cause I have zero doubts That this whole world's 'bout to turn into some girl scouts That censorship bureau's out To shut me down 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 running 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!" [Chorus: Eminem] Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bruh

[Bridge: Eminem] Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say (If what?) If he could see the way shit is today (Look at this shit, man) He'd probably say that everything is gay (Like happy!) What's my name, what's my name?

[Verse 3: Eminem] 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 being attacked by bees In the coupe leaning back my seat Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group, the black guy pee's In my Air Max 90's 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, 'cause I got it at my feet How can I explain to you? That even myself, I'm 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, I'ma 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 (Watch) 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 (Fuck 'em) 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 'Cause 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 leaving, like [Chorus: Eminem] Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh Abra-abracadabra (And for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bruh