Chloraseptic Lyrics - Eminem

Instinctive nature, 

to bring the anguish (yeah) to the English language 

With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper 

This rap shit got me travelin' place 

to place, you barely leave your house 

'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary 

Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out 

Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook 

Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat 

it inside your mouth, go "HRUHHH" 

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That's what it's like when the mic is out 

'Cause I'm tearin' at your fleshful dead 

'Til your larynx and neck are split 

With these lyrics, weapons expert with 

Like hair extensions, extra clips 

And you're scared to effin' death of it 

Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that 

In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt ripped 

And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher 

Electric, swear on every record, bitch 

Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip 

Like a barometric pressure switch 

Carin' less who I offend with this 

I'm at your neck like Pez dispense 

Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch... 

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic 

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with 

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This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit 

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

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you 

All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do? 

My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose 

And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew 

Somethin' to chew 

Yeah, uh 

And still conjoined at the hip with hop 

Still on point and poignant 

Skilled as Floyd is 

And it's filled and still no filter, boy 

I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy 

You still ain't in the buldin', boy 

I will destroy shit, even as I build it 

Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison 

Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it 

Like what? Like a real thin joint, it 

What? Comes on Quilted Northern 

And what? In a built-in toilet 

Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof) 

I wouldn't heal with ointment 

Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails 

Should write a children's storybook (yeah) 

Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill 

And some real enjoyment 

Off what? Off the feel of going in 

Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain 

Like she thinks I'm dumb 

Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come 

'Til I feel anointed 

She makes iller noises 

When she's with me, must be from the Windy City 

Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me 

'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo! 

Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins 

Would you? I go there, you wouldn't? 

Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you 

Just not YouTube, '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 

You're a has-been 

That has been the case since back when 

You last went and threw your hat in the race 

You've been trash 

Stick your raps in the trash bin 

Or end up in my next rhyme 

You're a fuckboy, so next time 

It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant 

With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah! 

Now watch me set it like correct time 

All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time 

I clock rejects into the next line 

Talkin' reckless, that is just my 

Strongest suit, but you can get my 

Columbian neck tie 

Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and lets ride 

Why you hitching at night? 

I put an end to your life (sex crime) 

Kidding aside, insidious vibe 

Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes 

But all you're getting is bribe 

Ending your life to try to get you inside 

Then we gon' end up spending the night 

And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe 

What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck 

Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her 

Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice 

But the muff diver must just like it rough 

Fuck right in her vagina, blood 

Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh 

Music, please 

Enthusi', instead of roofie 

Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi 

And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi 

But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen 

Glued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG 

I'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G 

No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share 

Besides the fact we breathe air 

Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried 

The hatchet and patched it up 

Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack 

And I'm at your mothafuckin' 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 

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you 

All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do? 

My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose 

And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew 

Somethin' to chew