Chloraseptic (Explicit)

Eminem, 2 Chainz, PHRESHER2018年1月10日
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Chloraseptic (Explicit) - Eminem/2 Chainz/PHRESHER

Written by:Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/E. Sermon/P Smith/T. Epps/K. Rutling

 

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 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 a** 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 f**ked 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 n**ga

Fakin' n**ga human traffickin' woo

I'm on the act again this ain't an accident

 

King like Ak ron

I run the trap again

You on the treadmill treadmill

Never Neverland sh*t came with a Ferris wheel god d**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**ga 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 sh*t I wrote is on some next sh*t next sh*t

I'm at your throat I'm feelin' reckless reckless yeah

 

Do me a favor don't do me no favors

These b**ches got flavors

They all wanna smoke but ain't doing' 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 n**ga

Swagger on 10 since a day old

It's a okay though whippin' up whip like it's mayo

Every track is a KO f**k n**ga KO

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 n**ga you ain't break no rules

 

High school n**gas ate your food

Might dumb it down a little but I ain't no fool

 

N**gas hate every day b yeah

Sh*t is o c lately yeah

Gotta break 'em off with these dre beats yeah

Or I might go crazy yeah

These n**gas too god d**n lazy

Don't ever ever ever try to play me

Lil' shawty now coming from BK

But I'm tryna come up like Jay Z

Nothing but love from my heart

 

I feel entitled to titles

 

F**k 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 sh*t I wrote is on some next sh*t next sh*t

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 coming back for more

Not as raw as I was walk on water sucks

B**ch suck my d**k

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 f**kin' 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 nothing 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 f**kin' 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 f**k have I awoke to

Time to eat the vocals and sh*t 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 h**s couldn't roast me with the sh*t I wrote you

Then I took a stand went at tan face

And practically cut my mothaf**kin' fan base in half and still outsold you

 

You just called my sh*t 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 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 f**kin' embryonic sac

To the bodybag I'll be back

And when I am I'll be at your f**kin' throat like

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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