[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
DAVID COPPERFIELD!
VERSUS!
HARRY HOUDINI!
BEGIN!
[Harry Houdini]
You've never seen a body quite the same as that of Houdini!
Slippery like linguine, sneaking out of teeny-weeny
Little spaces small enough to fit your talent, David
You're not a challenge, David
Your biggest endowment's your bank account balances, baby!
So abracadabra, you billowy bitch
Man, you look like a pirate on a Las Vegas strip
I'm swallowing needles and spitting out evil
You couldn't escape from a flash paper bag
I'm badder with patter and matter of fact
You can't match all my skill if you sawed me in half
[David Copperfield]
When I was a child, you were a god to me
I had to do what you do, but now you're like a Chinese wall to me
Bitch, I'll walk right through you! This ain't the magic that you're used to
I float a rose, hands free, like it's Bluetooth
My grand illusions make your parlor tricks irrelevant
The foot of Lady Liberty is stomping on your elephant
You failed at making movies and you failed at making kids
You should stick to what you're good at and lock them lips
(Ohh!) Here's a tidbit that might drive you nuts
I bought half of your shit, and I keep it locked up
Got the slim fingers that were built for sleights
You're a chunky stuntman; dressed in tights
You talk shit about your hero; that ain't right
But you can look up to me now; I know you like heights
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
DAVID COPPERFIELD!
VERSUS!
HARRY HOUDINI!
BEGIN!
[Harry Houdini]
You've never seen a body quite the same as that of Houdini!
Slippery like linguine, sneaking out of teeny-weeny
Little spaces small enough to fit your talent, David
You're not a challenge, David
Your biggest endowment's your bank account balances, baby!
So abracadabra, you billowy bitch
Man, you look like a pirate on a Las Vegas strip
I'm swallowing needles and spitting out evil
You couldn't escape from a flash paper bag
I'm badder with patter and matter of fact
You can't match all my skill if you sawed me in half
[David Copperfield]
When I was a child, you were a god to me
I had to do what you do, but now you're like a Chinese wall to me
Bitch, I'll walk right through you! This ain't the magic that you're used to
I float a rose, hands free, like it's Bluetooth
My grand illusions make your parlor tricks irrelevant
The foot of Lady Liberty is stomping on your elephant
You failed at making movies and you failed at making kids
You should stick to what you're good at and lock them lips
(Ohh!) Here's a tidbit that might drive you nuts
I bought half of your shit, and I keep it locked up
Got the slim fingers that were built for sleights
You're a chunky stuntman; dressed in tights
You talk shit about your hero; that ain't right
But you can look up to me now; I know you like heights
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