Chloraseptic (Remix) ft. 2 Chainz & Phresher Lyrics

Chloraseptic (Remix) ft. 2 Chainz & Phresher 🅴 - Eminem

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Intro: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz!

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

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

Yeah (Mm), I line their ass up (Up)

I aim at their goozer (Baow!)

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 (Uh)

Your money shorter than an acronym (Ayy)

Big body when I'm backin' in (Woo!)

Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies

Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (Woo!)

I'm on the Act' again, uh (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

F12 same color Kate Moss

Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' 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

Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: 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., technical K.O.

Go off your head like I'm Ayo

Out of this world, talkin' NATO

It's 'cause of jail, ho, 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 (Our shoes)

Go nigga, you ain't break no rules (Hell yeah!)

High school, niggas ate yo' food (Food)

Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (Hell 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 (Hell yeah!)

These niggas too goddamn lazy (Too lazy)

Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (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 for my idols (Love for my idols)

I feel entitled to titles (To titles)

Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)

Submission, they goin' all viral

Chorus: PHresher]

'Cause 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 (Hell yeah)

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again

I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been

Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin

Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event

In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent

And I would 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 kindergartner 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?)

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 wit' 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 sound 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 (Duh!)

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