Chloraseptic

  • 專輯:Chloraseptic
  • 發行:2018-01-10
  • 原唱:Eminem
字型
作詞: Eminem, PHresher, 2 Chainz, Erick Sermon, PMD & Mr. Porter 作曲: Eminem, PHresher, 2 Chainz, Erick Sermon, PMD & Mr. Porter

2 Chainz, yeah, yeah
Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle
It's the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo!)
In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple
Pull up in the candy car eatin' a candy bar
And my girl eatin' 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 backin' in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, nigga
Fakin', nigga, human traffickin' (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 (goddamn)
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 talkin' wrist in the pot
I'm talkin' this and you not
I'm talkin' bricks and you not
I'm talkin' straight up and down
Nigga, 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 shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
These bitches got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor
But they shoppin' at, they stingin' like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
Pardon my neighbor, we eatin'
That chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffin' that yayo
If you don't think I'm that nigga
Swagger on 10 since a day old
It's a-okay though, whippin' 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, talkin' NATO
It's 'cos of jail, 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, niggas ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)
Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
Or I might go crazy (yeah)
These niggas too goddamn lazy
Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me
Lil' shawty now comin' from BK
But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z
Nothin' 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 shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali 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 bomb 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 ass to court
Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a whore?
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort
Something's gotta give, that's for sure
Yet you keep comin' 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 (chill!)
Nah, dog, y'all sayin' I lost it, your fuckin' marbles are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same
Brain's a powder keg, 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 freakin' 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 nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losin' 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 fuckin' rappers did I go through?
I spelled out and you won't admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, 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?
Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out open
Fire on your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand went at tan face
And practically cut my mothafuckin' 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 talkin' that garbage psychotic 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 fuckin' embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I'll be back
And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like—
Like chloraseptic


    • 專輯:Chloraseptic
    • 發行:2018-01-10
    • 原唱:Eminem
    字型
    作詞: Eminem, PHresher, 2 Chainz, Erick Sermon, PMD & Mr. Porter 作曲: Eminem, PHresher, 2 Chainz, Erick Sermon, PMD & Mr. Porter

    2 Chainz, yeah, yeah
    Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle
    It's the return of the body snatcher
    Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo!)
    In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple
    Pull up in the candy car eatin' a candy bar
    And my girl eatin' 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 backin' in
    Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, nigga
    Fakin', nigga, human traffickin' (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 (goddamn)
    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 talkin' wrist in the pot
    I'm talkin' this and you not
    I'm talkin' bricks and you not
    I'm talkin' straight up and down
    Nigga, 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 shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
    I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
    Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
    These bitches got flavors
    They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor
    But they shoppin' at, they stingin' like tasers
    Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
    They fly on the latest
    Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
    Pardon my neighbor, we eatin'
    That chicken, lobster, potatoes
    You must be sniffin' that yayo
    If you don't think I'm that nigga
    Swagger on 10 since a day old
    It's a-okay though, whippin' 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, talkin' NATO
    It's 'cos of jail, 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, niggas ate your food
    Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
    Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
    Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)
    Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
    Or I might go crazy (yeah)
    These niggas too goddamn lazy
    Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me
    Lil' shawty now comin' from BK
    But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z
    Nothin' 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 shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
    I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
    Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
    I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been
    Ali or the Svengali 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 bomb 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 ass to court
    Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore? Huh?
    Why you always gotta smack a whore?
    It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort
    Something's gotta give, that's for sure
    Yet you keep comin' 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 (chill!)
    Nah, dog, y'all sayin' I lost it, your fuckin' marbles are gone
    But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same
    Brain's a powder keg, 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 freakin' 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 nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in
    I'm losin' 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 fuckin' rappers did I go through?
    I spelled out and you won't admit I smoked
    And you was spellbound, 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?
    Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out open
    Fire on your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
    So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you
    Then I took a stand went at tan face
    And practically cut my mothafuckin' 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 talkin' that garbage psychotic 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 fuckin' embryonic sac
    To the bodybag, I'll be back
    And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like—
    Like chloraseptic

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