Eminem Chloraseptic Remix Lyrics
Chloraseptic (Remix) by Eminem
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
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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
Photos 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
Related The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked Eminem Takes Down Trump In Powerful Freestyle Rap During BET Awards Cardi B and Twitter React To 'Bodak Yellow' Hitting No. 1 On The Hot 100 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
Photos 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