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knox hill - houdini remix lyrics

[intro]
okay, i want you to go out there (yeah)
and try not to get us demonetized this time (i’m ready, i got this)
the labels are already p+ssed at you (oh, no)
and we need the revenue (we do?)
just don’t say anything offensive, got it? (got it, boss)

[chorus]
guess who’s back (guess who’s back)
on the tube (on the tube)
knox is back (knox is back)
get the lube (i have a p+n+s)

[verse]
back with a little bit of ass, i’m a little pr+ck
harassment, you feelin’ it
you act like you fillin’ scripts
y’all cappin’, per script descriptions
perfect depictions, flashin’ your worth
you earn in percentage, percents per gimmick
f+ck what you heard, you herdwicks in fences (baa)
tell daniel eck to invest, too
into these checks to check who he s+xt
who’s into his bed?
how you gon’ sit there and b+tch about change?
99.99 of what i made
you talkin’ ’bout art, what’s timeless in place
how can you curate what labels have paid? (good question)
seein’ green, that’s organic, right?
just another bored, satanic type
ridin’ ’round with lucy to the morgue on a tandem bike
round and round the wheel for the fortune like vanna white
hi, i’m independent, so anybody claim me?
i owe you ’em g’s, so who pays me?
mainstream tied to my sales while i’m waving
got a thick mast, i give sp+ce like sp+cey
you jelly? just get my jelly
i’m a d+ck, r. kelly, they p+ssed
so tell me what’s the jizz + i mean, gist
i’m great with the box + i mean, fist
y’all know what i meant, on this mic, i tie, son
in a hotel room with consent, who’s holy?
lend an ear for every single style that you bit
get bent like benzino in a room with a friend (checkout)
who’s mad that i dissed him again?
only do it for the cl!cks, whose clique in again?
how many b+tch rappers wanna diss me for spins?
i won’t react to ’em, and they wished we was friends (i’m sorry)
fake smiles for the cameras, wanna see me cancelled?
tell me what i can while i hold another can of bud light, my buzz right
even though life’s traumas wanna keep me up at nights
tryna tickle death, callin’ audibles of life
put another spike in my cup, ready? hut, hike
k!llin’ my brain like mom’s chemo fillin’ every vein in her system
we k!llin’ this game, tell me how many victims
of drill or pills we feel ’til the names go missin’
how many chains and the whips, industry makes slaves of the ship
ride waves ’til you slip, all shifts for the cl!cks
turn up for the gains and the listens
moldin’ your cents, we play dough for children (keep cl!ckin’)
watch a little girl hold a phone like a crack pipe
algorithims so addictin’, everything has hacked life
we walk around like zombies with a half+life
droolin’ as we go through withdrawals like a cash line
ayy, but i get it, supply, this is business
but if you wanna go live, i could leave ’em twitchin’
know this ain’t a game when they slide into whispers
(shh, what the time is)
where my opps? send ’em to the docs
no disrespect, but y’all minors
like y’all in the dark, are you blind, sir?
here’s a shot, get bars when i rhyme words
how you really want that liquor, but you whine first?
better check that id first, lyin’ pervs
ya pants fire, lookin’ like dan snyder
blood suckin’ vampires, talkin’ flier than a hangglider
playin’ with them minors like you van cliburn
lookin’ like a white van driver with them windows tinted by the campfire (hi, kids)
you a+holes ain’t f+ckin’ with this
i spat bars for two minutes, did i really say sh+t?
y’all know my pen state’s disgusting
you jerry sanduskys can’t touch me
get dusted, bars leave you rusted
f+ck hollywood and the stars, i don’t trust ’em
that label boss up on epstein island
all the sh+t you hidin’, tell me how high where you pile it
talkin’ fly, better check the mileage
who you cosignin’?
i ain’t signin’ sh+t but my lawyer fees
when y’all toy with me
better quit the horsin’, you troy to me
better watch who you duck, you decoys to me
and i’m huntin’, that buck stops with this buckshot
spray all, chainsaw go vroom, vroom, him, him, hers, they, them
i identify as blade, i gave in
two words: rain curses
like a feminist with a k in a room full of straight men (you’re cancelled)
amen, i’m happy like a marvin g+ye, a great father
tamayo perry, thumbs up as i’m surfin’ the water of this cancel culture
with these sharks in the darkness
i do it for my daughters, but they say that i’m heartless? (you’re a monster)
woah, hold up, hold up, hold up, have some sense
i gave my views, and they gave me cl!cks
you can hate, but you engage with it
you can rage, but pay me for the rent
thanks for the spins
smallpox blankets, i’m thankful again
y’all pigs just act, i play with the pen
it’s all kosher, baby, i’m bakin’ again
ayy, houdini, it’s a wrap, i’m a rabid b rabbit
pull me out these hi+hats
quit sleepin’, man, f+ck the applause
this the part where you clap, don’t test him
f+ck another rapper, don’t test him
i’m done with these rappers, don’t test ’em
i’m raw, goin’ hard, don’t test him
[outro]
did i just make an std bar at the end?
ah, f+ck it

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