Lirik Lagu Eminem (feat Phresher) – Chloraseptic

Eminem (feat Phresher) - Chloraseptic

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”

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
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

Lirik Lagu Eminem – Calm Down

Berikut lirik lengkap lagu Eminem – Calm Down :

Lirik Lagu Eminem - Calm Down[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas!
Oh my Lord

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Know when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king cash cow
Do I make ’em say ‘Wow!’, strip, ow, bow
I sit with the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, click pow
Stop traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I’m making them skip with thou
Art, you don’t really want that when I growl
Let me come (rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain’t have enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I’mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed shell, so
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels ‘til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I’m sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I’m slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop ‘em and drag ’em like females (gasp)
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I’m waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking ‘til I’m blasted
All ratchet and racing (crunk) keeping over ‘em blacking
Until I’m leaving ‘em stuck
I got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I’m chasing a buck it’s funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I’m pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, ‘til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake’s surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look around
It’s certain this shit splatters click paint that’ll make ‘em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn’t matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break ‘em and they know that it’s a classic
And the way it’s going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we’re crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (you’re that sick?)
Cause I’m from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me wanna spazz (lalalala)
Like I’m a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I’m chopping your foot off now it’s mine and I’m putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin’ I’m hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
There’s a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (I’m lit) Yes, narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis’ driveway
With his personal memoir saying he’s bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry “rape” then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I’ll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you’re crazy, you’re wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That’s the worst impersonation I’ve ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln
Other than your husband’s fucking brains that were leaking, how’d you think that play was this weekend?
You ain’t the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I’m running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I’m just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let’s get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain’t up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don’t make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You’re fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
“I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I’m an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song”
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I’d be dead wrong
Son of God I’m not soft like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I’m so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all
Step off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously’ll get you as green as a Geopet
I can see that you’re visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don’t give a fuck about nothing like Stan mailing
His last piece of fan mail before he ran straight into the damn railing

[Outro]
Chill, man, chill