Chloraseptic (remix) Lyrics - 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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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 

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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