Artist: Eminem f/ 2 Chainz, PHresher Album: Chloraseptic (Remix) {S} Song: Chloraseptic (Remix) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [2 Chainz] 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 they ass up, I aim at they Cruiser All of these stones on my neck, uh, they must've looked at Medusa Pocket 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 Niggaz fakin, niggaz human traffickin (woo) I'm on the Act' again Uh, 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 A-R in the same car Most of y'all my sons, aww look at little J-R, F-12 same color Kate Moss Uhh, 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 Uhh [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, neck shit I'm at your throat, I'm feelin reckless, reckless (yeah) [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 Raley's, they stingin like tasers, act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers They fly on that 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 yo' 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 (hell yeah) High school niggaz ate yo' food, might dumb it down a little but I ain't no fool (hell yeah) Niggaz 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 niggaz too goddamn lazy (too lazy) don't ever ever ever try to play me (to play me) Lil' shawty know a nigga from BK (BK) but I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z) Nothin but love from my heart (love from my heart) I feel entitled to titles (entitled to titles) Fuck it man, I want the title (I want the title) submission, they goin all viral [Chorus] [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 inside 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!) Naw dawg, y'all sayin I lost it, your fuckin marbles are gone (wait a minute) But now-a-days, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt!) Brain's a powder keg, 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 Yah! 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 prom-ised 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 then you 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 motherfuckin 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 psychotic crap Where's your content at? What's with all the conscious rap? P!nk, Beyoncé this, and Kehlani that" (yeah!) I just add it 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 [PHresher] Like Chloraseptic {*echoes*}