Chloraseptic (Remix)

Feat: 2Chainz & Phresher

inglese

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)

[Verse 1: 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
Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (whoo!)
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
Aw, 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


[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 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 'cause of jail, 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
Real nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, niggas ate yo' food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (yeah, 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 (yeah)
These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)
Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (try 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 from my heart, I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title, my mission is goin' viral


[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 3: Eminem]
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? (huh?)
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)
Somethin'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 ("wait, Em!")
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds 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
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 (woo!)
How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked you
And 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 woke 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—

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)

[Verse 1: 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
Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (whoo!)
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
Aw, 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


[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 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 'cause of jail, 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
Real nigga, you ain't break no rules
High school, niggas ate yo' food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (yeah, 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 (yeah)
These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)
Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (try 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 from my heart, I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title, my mission is goin' viral


[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 3: Eminem]
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? (huh?)
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)
Somethin'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 ("wait, Em!")
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds 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
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 (woo!)
How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked you
And 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 woke 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—


[Outro: PHresher]
Like Chloraseptic




Eminem - Chloraseptic (Remix) ft. 2 Chainz, Phresher

Chloraseptic

Feat: 2Chainz & Phresher

italiano

[Verso 3: Eminem]
Bin Laden con la penna, lo uccido di nuovo [1]
inizio a massacrare i tuoi uomini, probabilmente avrei dovuto essere
Ali o lo Svengali, l'incarnazione del peccato
Come un Saudita tra i Talebani che organizza un evento
nell'ingresso dell'Intercontinental [2] con un intento ovvio
e non cederò nemmeno un po'
come Osama con una bomba sotto il bidone
e [butto] giù la metà del Pentagono
e colpisco un asilo con un auto a noleggio, basta!
Avanti e indietro, avanti e indietro
come il culo di Jack Kevorkian in tribunale [3]
Rap maturo, perché non puoi essere come Macklemore, (eh?)
Perché devi sempre schiaffeggiare una puttana? (eh?) [4]
E' probabile che il reparto psichiatrico sia l'ultima spiaggia (eh?)
Qualcuno deve pur farlo, questo è sicuro
Eppure continuate a tornarci per averne ancora
Non così crudo com'ero, 'Walk On Water' fa schifo
Stronzi, succhiatemi il cazzo!
Avete visto la tracklist e vi siete incazzati prima di averlo ascoltato
Così avete deciso il vostro verdetto
mentre stavate seduti a braccia conserte
Avete fatto i vostri piccoli "video reazione" e avete parlato delle canzoni (con calma!) [5]
Nah, amico, state dicendo che sono finito, avete perso le vostre biglie (aspetta Em!) [6]
Ma oggigiorno, ogni flow e ogni cadenza sembra uguale
il cervello è un polveriere, traggo ispirazione dall'odio
Dolore reale su carta, non ne tengo traccia
Ma se sembro strano e fuori luogo
è perché sono un alieno, ecco perché scrivo fin quando
sulla pagina non c'è più spazio, yeah [7]
Dalla 7 Mile di Novara
Al 'come posso avercela fatta?' tutti noi che proviamo ad ammassarci in auto, sì
abbiamo puntato alle stelle, sì
perché abbiamo così tanto tempo in questo mondo, sì
Quindi torna indietro al ballo di fine anno, alla sera prima
se pensi di esser stato promesso [a qualcuno] per domani, sì
ora sto per fare il coglione di nuovo [8]
questa canzone è figa, è brillante, la luna è illuminata
un fottuto lunatico, un chip elettronico umano
e sto per infilare una scopa nell'utero
della tua ragazza di Hooter [9]
Se fossi in te non farei nulla di stupido a causa
del mio attuale umore
Sto perdendo la testa, stai per essere masticato come una Junior Mint
mostrami chi uccidere, è tempo per te di essere fottuto
svuota il lubrificante e metti dentro la super colla
Quanti fottuti rapper devo far fuori?
Dissipate il dubbio ma non ammetterete che vi ho massacrati
e ne sei rimasto affascinato, arrivo all'inferno con la mia tuta da neve
Ma devo somigliare a qualunque cosa lì fuori?
Perché non vengo comparato con quello, solo con me stesso ora
e riesco a vedere i fan opportunisti e le vendite scendere
ma l'unico modo in cui mi importerebbe è se io mi lasciassi andare
Ma mi sono svegliato vedendo che cosa?
è tempo di uccidere le vocals e chiudere Pro Tools [10]
So che volete ancora che impazzisca, vero?
Sperando che il vecchio Slim venga fuori e apra il fuoco
sul vostro intero gruppo con questa merda che vi ho scritto
quindi datevi una calmata, no, voi bastardi non potreste mettermi al tappeto con la roba che vi ho scritto
allora ho preso posizione sono andato contro Faccia-Abbronzata
e ho praticamente spaccato a metà la mia fottuta fanbase e comunque ho venduto più di voi [11]
Avete appena chiamato la mia roba 'spazzatura'
Grazie a Dio, rappo meglio quando le probabilità sono a mio sfavore
"Revival è debole, non mi piace la traccia 'Zombie'
o quando parla di quella merda di spazzatura psicotica
Dove sono i contenuti? Cos'è tutto questo conscious rap?
P!nk, Beyoncé qua e Kehlani là" (yeah) [12]
ho solo aggiunto carburante al mio jet pack
finché sarò pronto a rispondere, allora glielo lancerò contro
Idioti dalla fottuta sacca embrionale
fino al sacco per cadaveri, tornerò
e quando lo farò, sarò alle vostre gole -- 

[Outro: PHresher]
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Eminem - Chloraseptic (Remix) ft. 2 Chainz, Phresher