Mr. Magik

So tonight, ladies and gentlemen I would like to present for you all The world-famous rabbit from the hat I make you disappear like that rabbit-in-a-hat trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I cut your body up like that magic trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I make you disappear like that rabbit-in-a-hat trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I cut your body up like that magic trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik Abracadabra, I toss a cadaver in the Florida swamp They'll find you never The first forty-eight'll be a waste They cryin' at your wake at a picture of your face Holy alligator shit, I'll make 'em disappear You vanish off the earth posin' threats over heads I don't need a magic wand made of Hollywood It's not an optical illusion, the boy gone for good Memories, eulogies, and yes I don't give a fuck, may your soul get no rest May your family grieve with broken hearts of stress 'Cause when it came to me, you ain't give a fuck less Pour a couple shots of the 'Trón on your bones Wicked ritualistic black magic when I go I won't stop 'til I'm satisfied Damn if I leave a nigga damaged, nah Leave a nigga with nothin' but ether blowin' in the sky Recycle you, take a deep breath, inhale a stench It ain't nothin' like the smell of some well-done revenge (The Infamous) I make you disappear like that rabbit-in-a-hat trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I cut your body up like that magic trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I make you disappear like that rabbit-in-a-hat trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I cut your body up like that magic trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik My business tax-free, I perform off the books It's not for little kids, nah, this is for adults Sleight of the hand, I reach for the banger in my waistband And bang you like it's nothin', won't even see it comin' I could swat a fire plus walk on water It's just me drinkin' 151, smokin' dust Criss Angel, David Blaine knows my sons I make your body float when I throw you in the Hudson The district attorney office try to indict me I make the witness and the case go away I shake the FBI and CIA, they can't wait The day I slip, make a mistake I'm like a one-man Las Vegas gig Word? I worked the sidewalks and corners of the strip They last seen him at the hotel with a fly chick And little did they know she was my assistant Know we got the fight fixed I make you disappear like that rabbit-in-a-hat trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I cut your body up like that magic trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I make you disappear like that rabbit-in-a-hat trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik I cut your body up like that magic trick They call me Mr. Magik, they call me Mr. Magik