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dj isco blue - chloraseptic (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
2 chainz!
yeah, yeah
take ’em to church, i’m talkin’ the tabernacle
it’s the return of the body sn_tcher
walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo!)
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 cruiser (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 f_cked some twins before
i had a benz before, this is thе sin report
this is the murder, murdеr, 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 bodies
n_ggas fakin’, n_ggas human traffickin’ (whoo!)
i’m on the act’ again, uh
this ain’t a accident, uh
king like ak_ron
i run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)
never neverland, sh_t came with a ferris wheel (godd_mn!)
ferris day off, baby, ar in the same car
most of y’all my sons, aww, 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, n_gga, like 6 o’clock
this is the equinox, this what the people want
somebody at the door, i heard the speaker knock, uh
[chorus: phresher]
i’m at your throat like chloraseptic, ‘septic
and you got strep, i’m too complex with, ‘plex with
this sh_t i wrote is on some next sh_t, next sh_t
i’m at your throat, i’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[bridge: eminem]
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

[verse 2: 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 plotting 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 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 wh0re?” (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”
b_tch, suck my d_ck!
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 f_ckin’ 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 sp_ce
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 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 f_ckin’ rappers did i go through?
dispel doubt, but you won’t admit i smoked
and you was spellbound, h_llbound 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 f_ck have i woke to?
time to eat the vocals and sh_t 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 sh_t i wrote you
then i took a stand
went at tan_face and practically cut my
motherf_ckin’ fan base in half and still outsold you
you just called my sh_t 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 cr_p
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 f_ckin’ embryonic sac
to the body bag, i’ll be back
and when i am, i’ll be at your f_ckin’ throat like chloraseptic

- dj isco blue

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