Eminem - Chloraseptic (Remix) Şarkı Sözleri

2 Chainz, yeah, yeah
Take 'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman smack you "woo!"
In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my neck "uh"
They must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court, I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz before
This is the sin report
This is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I'm backing in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, n---a
Faking, nigga, human trafficking "woo"
I'm on the Act again, this ain't a accident
King like Ak-ron
I run the trap again
You on the treadmill "treadmill"
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris wheel "g-----n"
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Kate Moss, ugh
I'm talking wrist in the pot
I'm talking this and you not
I'm talking bricks and you not
I'm talking straight up and down
N---a, like 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with

This s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t

I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah

Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
These b-----s got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at (?), they stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
(?) alligators, say hi to my haters
(?) my neighbor, we eating
That chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffing that yayo
If you don't take home that nigga
Swagger on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
Every track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking NATO
(?), don't be an a-hole
'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, n----s ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
N----s hate every day, B "yeah"
(?) lately "yeah"
Gotta 'em off with these Dre Beats "yeah"
Or I might go crazy "yeah"
These niggas too g-----n lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' shawty now coming from B.K

But I'm tryna come up like Jay Z
Nothing but love from my heart

I feel entitled to titles

Fuck it, man, I want the title

My mission is

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
This s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah

Ben Ladin with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali of the spin, golly embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental
With an obvious intent
And I will not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a rhyme under the bin

And down the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener with a rental, stop!
Back and forth, back and forth

Like Jack Kevorkian's a-s in court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a w---e?
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort

Something's gotta give, that's for sure

Yet you keep coming back for more
Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water" sucks
Bitch, suck my dick

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it
So you formed your verdict
While you sat with your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs

Nah, dog, y'all saying I lost it, your fucking marbles are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same

Braings a powder cake, I draw inspiration out of hate
Real pain in the paper, I don't trace
But if I look strange and out of place
It's 'cause I'm an alien,
that's why I write 'til the page is outta space, yeah

From 7 Mile in Novara
To "how can I be down?" all of us tryna pile in the car, yeah

We shot for the stars, yeah
'Cause we only got so much time in this world, yeah
So rewind it to your high school dance
To the night before

If you think you're promised tomorrow, yeah
Now I'm 'bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus

Of your Hooter's chick
If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many fucking rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was smell bound, hell bound in my snowsuit
But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with this s--t I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand with a tan face
And practically cut my motherfucking
fan base in half and still outsold you
You just called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie" track
Or when he's talking that garbage like hotter crap
Where's your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
P! nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that "yeah"
I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be back
And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic
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