Chloraseptic (Remix)

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

Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser

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 *********** 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, nigga

Fakin', nigga, human traffickin' (woo)

I'm on the Act again, this ain't a accident

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, aww, look at little JR

F-12 same color Kate Moss, ugh

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, 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 , 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 10 since a day old

It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo

Every track is a K.O., *********** nigga, K.O

Go off your head like I'm Ayo

Out of this world, talkin' NATO

It's 'cos of jail, don't be an A-hole

'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord

Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues

Real nigga, you ain't break no rules

High school, niggas ate your food

Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool

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 (yeah)

These niggas too goddamn lazy

Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me

Lil' shawty now comin' from BK

But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z

Nothin' but love from my heart

I feel entitled to titles

*********** it, man, I want the title

My mission is

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

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

And down 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?

It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort

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 ***********

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 ***********' marbles are gone

But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same

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, yeah

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 Hooter's 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

How many ***********' rappers did I go through?

I spelled out and you won't admit I smoked

And you was spellbound, hell bound 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 *********** have I awoke 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 *********in' 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 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 added to the fuel in my rocket pack

'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em

Idiotic from the ***********' embryonic sac

To the bodybag, I'll be back

And when I am, I'll be at your ***********' throat like—

Like chloraseptic