Chloraseptic (feat. 2 Chainz & Phresher) [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 fucked 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., fuck 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 Fuck 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 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 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 mothafuckin' 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 fuckin' embryonic sac To the bodybag, I'll be back And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like— Like chloraseptic