Chloraseptic (Feat. Phresher)

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 of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat Hook it inside your mouth, go "HRUHHH" That's what it's like when the mic is out 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it '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 Sketcher, 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... [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 [Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 Rude Jude I go there, you wouldn't Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you Just not YouTube, 'cause... [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] 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 I Clock rejects into the next life 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 geyser, uh Music, please Enthusiast, of the 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... [Chorus: PHresher] 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 [Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher] 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