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[Intro: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacleSource: genius.com
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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 (Woo!)
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Chloraseptic [Remix] Lyrics – Eminem feat. 2 Chainz and …
[Intro: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacle. It’s the return of the body snatcherSource: www.lyricsbox.com
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Eminem – Chloraseptic (Remix) Lyrics
Eminem – Chloraseptic (Remix) Lyrics. [2 Chainz:] 2 Chainz! Yeah, yeah. Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacle. It’s the return of the body snatcher.
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EMINEM FEAT. 2 CHAINZ & PHRESHER – CHLORASEPTIC
Eminem feat. 2 Chainz & Phresher – Chloraseptic – Remix Lyrics. 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah Take ’em to church, I’m talking the tabernacle It’s the return of the …
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Eminem – Chloraseptic (Remix) lyrics – Lyrics Translations
Chloraseptic (Remix) … 2 Chainz! … Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo!) … I aim at their goozer (baow!) … Big body when I’m backin’ …
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Eminem – Chloraseptic (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: 2 Chainz]Yeah, yeah[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (Woo!)Yeah (Mm), I line their ass up (Up)I drove some rims to courtBig body when I’m backin’ in (Woo!)Niggas fakin’, niggas human traffickin’ (Woo!)[Chorus: PHresher][Verse 2: PHresher]These bitches got flavorsThey all wanna smoke but ain’t doin’ no labor, they stingin’ like tasersPardon my neighborWe eatin’ that chicken, lobster, potatoesSwagger on ten since a day oldIt’s a-okay though, whippin’ up whip like it’s mayoEvery track is a K.O., technical K.O.Go off your head like I’m AyoOut of this world, talkin’ NATOIt’s ’cause of jail, ho, 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 (Our shoes)Go nigga, you ain’t break no rules (Hell yeah!)High school, niggas ate yo’ food (Food)Might dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool (Hell 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 (Hell yeah!)These niggas too goddamn lazy (Too lazy)Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me (To play me)Nothin’ but love for my idols (Love for my idols)Submission, they goin’ all viralI feel entitled to titles (To titles) Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)
Lil’ shawty now comin’ from BK (BK) But I’m tryna come up like JAY-Z (Like JAY-Z)
You must be sniffin’ that yayo If you don’t think I’m that nigga
They fly on the latest Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
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
Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh
This is the equinox, this what the people want
I’m talkin’ straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o’clock
Uh, I’m talkin’ wristin’ the pot I’m talkin’ this and you not I’m talkin’ bricks and you not
Most of y’all my sons, aw, look at little JR
Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (Goddamn!) Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (Treadmill)
I’m on the Act’ again, uh (I’m on the Act’ again) This ain’t a accident, uh
This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (Uh)
I fucked some twins before I had a Benz before, this is the sin report
All of these stones on my neck, uh They must have looked at Medusa
Pull up in the candy car, eatin’ a candy bar And my girl eatin’ a candy apple
It’s the return of the body snatcher
‘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 (Hell yeah)
[Verse 3: Eminem]Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin’ again
I begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin’ an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent
And I would 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 kindergartner 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?)
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 wit’ 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 sound 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 (Duh!)
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
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
And 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
Well, 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 roast 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
And 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 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 body bag, I’ll be back
And when I am, I’ll be at your fuckin’ throat like—
[Chorus: PHresher]Something’s gotta give, that’s for sureIf I was you, I wouldn’t do nothin’ stupid due to the mood I’m in
Eminem – Chloraseptic (Remix) Lyrics
“Chloraseptic (Remix)” lyrics
(feat. 2 Chainz & PHresher)
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 (Woo!)
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
Yeah (Mm), I line their ass up (Up)
I aim at their goozer (Baow!)
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 (Uh)
Your money shorter than an acronym (Ayy)
Big body when I’m backin’ in (Woo!)
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies
Niggas fakin’, niggas human traffickin’ (Woo!)
I’m on the Act’ again, uh (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
F12 same color Kate Moss
Uh, I’m talkin’ wristin’ 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
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
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 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 your head like I’m Ayo
Out of this world, talkin’ NATO
It’s ’cause of jail, ho, 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 (Our shoes)
Go nigga, you ain’t break no rules (Hell yeah!)
High school, niggas ate yo’ food (Food)
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool (Hell 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 (Hell yeah!)
These niggas too goddamn lazy (Too lazy)
Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me (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 for my idols (Love for my idols)
I feel entitled to titles (To titles)
Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)
Submission, they goin’ all viral
‘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 (Hell yeah)
Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin’ again
I begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin’ an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent
And I would 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 kindergärtner 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?)
Something’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 sound 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 (Duh!)
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
And 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
Well, 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 roast 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
And 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 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 body bag, I’ll be back
And when I am, I’ll be at your fuckin’ throat like—
Like Chloraseptic
Thanks to Nauzer for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Kashaun Rutling, Tauheed Epps, Marshall Mathers
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Eminem Chloraseptic (Remix) Lyrics, Chloraseptic (Remix) Lyrics
2 Chainz!Yeah, yeahTake ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacleIt’s the return of the body snatcherWalk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo!)In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam’s applePull up in the candy car, eatin’ a candy barAnd my girl eatin’ a candy appleYeah (mm), I line their ass up (up)I aim at their goozer (baow!)All of these stones on my neck, uhThey must have looked at MedusaPockets Rasputia of courseI drove some rims to courtI fucked some twins beforeI had a Benz before, this is the sin reportThis is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)Your money shorter than an acronym (ayy)Big body when I’m backin’ in (whoo!)Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodiesNiggas fakin’, niggas human traffickin’ (whoo!)I’m on the Act’ again, uhThis ain’t a accident, uhKing like Ak-RonI 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 carMost of y’all my sons, aww, look at little JRF12 same color Kate MossUh, I’m talkin’ wristin’ the potI’m talkin’ this and you notI’m talkin’ bricks and you notI’m talkin’ straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o’clockThis is the equinox, this what the people wantSomebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uhI’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, yeahDo me a favor, don’t do me no favorsThese bitches got flavorsThey all wanna smoke but ain’t doin’ no laborBut they shoppin’ at Raleys, they stingin’ like tasersAct Hollywood like they play for the LakersThey fly on the latestCrocs, alligators, say hi to my hatersPardon my neighborWe eatin’ that chicken, lobster, potatoesYou must be sniffin’ that yayoIf you don’t think I’m that niggaSwagger on ten since a day oldIt’s a-okay though, whippin’ up whip like it’s mayoEvery track is a K.O., technical K.O.Go off your head like I’m AyoOut of this world, talkin’ NATOIt’s ’cause of jail, ho, 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 duesReal nigga, you ain’t break no rules (hell yeah!)High school, niggas ate yo’ foodMight dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool (hell 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 (hell yeah!)These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me (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 for my idols (love for my idols)I feel entitled to titles (to titles)Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)Submission, they goin’ all viralLike 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 (hell yeah)Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin’ againI begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda beenAli or the Svengali embodiment of sinLike a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an eventIn the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intentAnd I would not even relentUp on a little like Osama with a bomb under the binAnd down the middle of the PentagonAnd hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)Back and forth, back and forthLike 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?)Something’s gotta give, that’s for sureYet you keep comin’ back for moreNot 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 itSo you formed your verdictWhile you sat with your arms crossedDid 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 sound the same (skrrt)Brain’s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hateReal pain in the paper, I don’t traceBut if I look strange and outta placeIt’s ’cause I’m an alien, that’s why I write ’til the page is outta spaceYeah, from 7 Mile in NovaraTo “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 beforeIf you think you’re promised tomorrow (yeah!)Now I’m ’bout to fool againThis tune is sick, it’s luminous, the moon is litA freakin’ lunatic, a human computer chipAnd I’m soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chickIf I was you, I wouldn’t do nothin’ stupid due to the mood I’m inI’m losin’ it, you get chewed like a Junior MintShow me who to rip, it’s time for you to get screwedEmpty 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 smokedAnd you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuitBut am I s’posed to sound like everything else out?’Cause I don’t get compared to it, only myself nowAnd I can see the fair-weather fans and sales downBut the only way I care is if I let myself downBut what the fuck have I woke to?Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro ToolsI know you still want me to ill out, don’t you?Hopin’ the old Slim’s gonna spill out, openFire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast youSo chill out, no, youHoes couldn’t roast me with the shit I wrote youThen I took a standWent at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin’ fan base in half and still outsold youYou just called my shit trash?Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked”Revival’s wack, I don’t like the ‘Zombie’ trackAnd when he’s talkin’ that garbage psychotic crapWhere’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 ’emIdiotic from the fuckin’ embryonic sacTo the body bag, I’ll be backAnd when I am, I’ll be at your fuckin’ throat like—Like Chloraseptic
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