Chloraseptic Lyrics – Eminem
“Chloraseptic” is Eminem’s view of modern rap. Marshall is calling out all “mumble rappers.” In an interview with Broken Record, Rick Rubin, a frequent Eminem collaborator and executive producer on Revival, spoke about Em’s frustration with the game:| Song Name : | Chloraseptic |
| Album / Movie : | Revival |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)To the English languageWith this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paperThis rap shit got me travelin’ place to placeYou barely leave your house‘Cause you’re always stuck at your pad, it’s stationaryYeah, that’s why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)Simon Cowell of rhymin’ foul, that’s why you sound so shookWire bound notebook got tied around your throatHook it inside your mouth, go, hruhThat’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 splitWith these lyrics, weapons, expert withLike hair extensions, extra clipsAnd you’re scared to effin’ death of itBitch, you’re starin’ at a legend thatIn a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt rippedAnd hoodie black, should be strappedTo a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitchFinger so high in the air, I’ll bet your senses flipLike a barometric pressure switchCarin’ less who I offend with thisI’m at your neck like Pez dispenseGo ‘head, spit your flow, bitch!
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septicAnd you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex withThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shitI’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah
And I’ll take a hundred of you, hundred of youAll at once like I had nothin’ to lose, what can I do?My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is looseAnd all it wants is to have somethin’ to chewSomethin’ to chew, somethin’ to chew
Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined atThe hip with hop, still on point and poignantSkilled as Floyd isIn this field, and still no filter, boyI’ll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boyYou still ain’t in the buildin’, boyI will destroy shit, even as I build itGet the drill bit, pen is filled with poisonWhich 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)I wouldn’t heal with ointmentWay I’m kickin’ these fairies tailsShould write a children’s storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)Million voices in my headBut 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 brainLike she thinks I’m dumbGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come‘Til I feel anointedShe makes iller noisesWhen she’s with me, must be from the Windy CityPretty apparent, she’s a MILF when blowin’ me‘Cause I conned her intoRippin’ the condom in two (woo!)Dick is a bargainin’ toolNow I’m gettin’ blew like Klonopins, Rude JudeI go there, you wouldn’tWell, I still have a few views in common with youJust not YouTube, ’cause
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septicAnd you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex withThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shitI’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)
You’re a has-beenThat has been the case since back whenYou last went and threw your hat in the raceYou’ve been trash (bitch!)Stick your raps in the trash binOr end up in my next rhymeYou’re a fuckboy, so next timeIt’s gonna be heads flyin’ like Dez BryantWith a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)Now watch me set it like correct timeAll you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, IClock rejects into the next lifeTalking reckless, but it’s just myStrongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktieProstitute, just climb in the Humvee and let’s rideWhy you hitching at night?I put an end to your life, sex crimeKidding aside, insidious vibeGirl, you know you got the prettiest eyesBut all you’re getting is bribedAny old lie to try to get you insideThen we gon’ end up spending the nightAnd I’m skinning your hide like an Indian tribeWhat kind of nut drives a Budweiser truckFinds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her upBinds up, cuts, slices her twice?But the muff diver must just like it roughFuck right in her vagina, bloodFlies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofieGoal is to get a floozy inside the JacuzziAnd have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an UziBut I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce SpringsteenGlued we be, I’m truTV, you’re too PGI’m Schoolly D, you’re Spoonie Gee!No diss there, just notice thereAre no similarities that we shareBesides the fact we breathe airHappily married to rap and I’m glad that we buriedThe hatchet and patched it upNow I’m back to ratchet up my attackAnd I’m at your mothafuckin’ throat like
Chloraseptic, ‘septicAnd you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex withThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shitI’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah
And I’ll take a hundred of you, hundred of youAll at once like I had nothin’ to lose, what can I do?My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is looseAnd all it wants is to have somethin’ to chewSomethin’ to chew, somethin’ to chew