Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chloraseptic , by - Eminem. Release date: 09.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chloraseptic , by - Eminem. Chloraseptic |
| (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 |
| 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 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 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 outta 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 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 |
| How many fuckin' rappers did I go through? |
| Dispel doubt but you won't admit I smoked |
| And you 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 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 |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Mockingbird | 2004 |
| Chloraseptic ft. Phresher | 2017 |
| We Own It (Fast & Furious) ft. Wiz Khalifa | 2012 |
| Mercy ft. Big Sean, Pusha T, 2 Chainz | 2011 |
| Smack That ft. Eminem | 2006 |
| The Real Slim Shady | 2004 |
| Talk Dirty ft. 2 Chainz | 2016 |
| Wait a Minute | 2016 |
| Alive ft. Offset, 2 Chainz | 2018 |
| Lose Yourself | 2004 |
| Right Now ft. Cardi B | 2018 |
| Ali Bomaye ft. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross | 2011 |
| Teamwork ft. Philthy Rich, Derez Deshon | 2018 |
| Without Me | 2009 |
| Superman ft. Dina Rae | 2001 |
| On the Low ft. Desiigner | 2016 |
| Danny DeVito ft. Desiigner, rowdy rebel | 2016 |
| Night Riders ft. Travis Scott, 2 Chainz, Pusha T | 2015 |
| Love The Way You Lie ft. Rihanna | 2010 |
| Not Afraid | 2010 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Eminem
Lyrics of the artist's songs: 2 Chainz
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Phresher