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Artiste : Eminem
Titre : Chloraseptic (Remix)
[2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz)

[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 (whoo)
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
Yeah, 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
Niggas fakin´, niggas human traffickin´ (whoo)

I´m on the Act´ again, this ain´t a accident
Uh, 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, aw, look at little JR
Aw, 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

[PHresher]
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

[PHresher]
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 Raleys, 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 ten, 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 ´cause of jail, don´t be an A-hole
´Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low)
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain´t paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain´t break no rules
High school, niggas ate yo´ food
Might dumb, it down a little, but I ain´t no fool (yeah, yeah)
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 (too lazy)
Don´t ever, ever, ever try to play me (try to play me)
Lil´ shawty now comin´ from BK (BK)
But I´m tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin´ but love from my heart, I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title, my mission is goin´ viral

[PHresher]
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

[Eminem]
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? (huh?)
It´s likely the psychiatric ward´s a last resort (huh?)
Somethin´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 ("wait, Em´")
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same (skrrt)

Brain´s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate
Real pain in the paper, I don´t trace
But if I look strange and outta 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 Hooters 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 (woo)
How many fuckin´ rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt, but you won´t admit I smoked you
And was spellbound, hellbound 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 woke 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 motherfuckin´ 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´mma 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—

[PHresher]
Like Chloraseptic