20. Chloraseptic Remix ft. 2 Chainz, Presher

[00:01.41] 2 Chainz!

[00:01.91] Yeah, yeah

[00:03.66] Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle

[00:03.91] It's the return of the body snatcher

[00:08.16] Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo!)

[00:10.16] In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple

[00:13.66] Pull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar

[00:15.41] And my girl eatin' a candy apple

[00:16.91] Yeah (mm), I line their ass up (up)

[00:18.41] I aim at their goozer (baow!)

[00:20.41] All of these stones on my neck, uh

[00:21.91] They must have looked at Medusa

[00:23.66] Pockets Rasputia of course

[00:25.16] I drove some rims to court

[00:26.41] I fucked some twins before

[00:27.41] I had a Benz before, this is the sin report

[00:29.41] This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)

[00:31.91] Your money shorter than an acronym (ayy)

[00:33.66] Big body when I'm backin' in (whoo!)

[00:35.66] Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies

[00:37.16] Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (whoo!)

[00:38.41] I'm on the Act' again, uh

[00:40.91] This ain't a accident, uh

[00:43.16] King like Ak-Ron

[00:44.66] I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)

[00:47.16] Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn!)

[00:50.91] Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car

[00:54.16] Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR

[00:56.91] F12 same color Kate Moss

[00:58.91] Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot

[01:00.66] I'm talkin' this and you not

[01:01.91] I'm talkin' bricks and you not

[01:02.91] I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock

[01:04.91] This is the equinox, this what the people want

[01:07.66] Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

[01:11.41] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic

[01:14.91] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with

[01:18.41] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit

[01:22.66] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah

[01:26.16] Do me a favor, don't do me no favors

[01:28.16] These bitches got flavors

[01:29.66] They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor

[01:31.16] But they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers

[01:32.91] Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers

[01:34.66] They fly on the latest

[01:36.16] Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters

[01:37.66] Pardon my neighbor

[01:38.41] We eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes

[01:39.91] You must be sniffin' that yayo

[01:41.16] If you don't think I'm that nigga

[01:43.16] Swagger on ten since a day old

[01:44.16] It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo

[01:45.41] Every track is a K.O., technical K.O.

[01:47.41] Go off your head like I'm Ayo

[01:48.91] Out of this world, talkin' NATO

[01:50.16] It's 'cause of jail, ho, don't be an A-hole

[01:51.41] 'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)

[01:54.41] Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues

[01:57.16] Real nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)

[01:58.66] High school, niggas ate yo' food

[02:00.66] Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)

[02:02.66] Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)

[02:04.41] Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)

[02:06.17] Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)

[02:07.66] Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)

[02:09.91] These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)

[02:11.67] Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)

[02:13.16] Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)

[02:14.66] But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)

[02:16.41] Nothin' but love for my idols (love for my idols)

[02:18.16] I feel entitled to titles (to titles)

[02:20.41] Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)

[02:22.16] Submission, they goin' all viral

[02:23.16] Like Chloraseptic, 'septic

[02:25.16] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with

[02:28.66] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit

[02:32.42] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)

[02:36.41] Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again

[02:38.66] I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been

[02:40.16] Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin

[02:42.41] Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event

[02:44.16] In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent

[02:45.92] And I would not even relent

[02:47.67] Up on a little like Osama with a bomb under the bin

[02:49.42] And down the middle of the Pentagon

[02:50.67] And hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)

[02:52.16] Back and forth, back and forth

[02:53.42] Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court

[02:55.16] "Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (huh?)

[02:56.92] "Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (huh?)

[02:59.41] It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)

[03:01.91] Something's gotta give, that's for sure

[03:03.66] Yet you keep comin' back for more

[03:05.67] Not as raw as I was, “'Walk On Water' sucks”

[03:07.42] Bitch, suck my dick!

[03:09.16] Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it

[03:11.16] So you formed your verdict

[03:12.66] While you sat with your arms crossed

[03:14.42] Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)

[03:15.91] Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?

[03:18.42] Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)

[03:20.42] But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)

[03:22.92] Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate

[03:26.41] Real pain in the paper, I don't trace

[03:28.17] But if I look strange and outta place

[03:29.91] It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space

[03:33.16] Yeah, from 7 Mile in Novara

[03:35.91] To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)

[03:38.66] We shot for the stars (yeah!)

[03:40.16] 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)

[03:42.17] So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before

[03:45.16] If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)

[03:46.41] Now I'm 'bout to fool again

[03:47.91] This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit

[03:48.91] A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip

[03:50.66] And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick

[03:53.41] If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in

[03:55.91] I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint

[03:58.16] Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed

[04:00.41] Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)

[04:02.66] How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?

[04:04.16] Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked

[04:05.41] And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit

[04:06.91] But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?

[04:09.42] 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now

[04:11.41] And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down

[04:13.16] But the only way I care is if I let myself down

[04:14.91] But what the fuck have I woke to?

[04:16.91] Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools

[04:17.91] I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?

[04:19.41] Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open

[04:21.16] Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you

[04:23.16] So chill out, no, you

[04:24.41] Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you

[04:26.16] Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you

[04:30.41] You just called my shit trash?

[04:32.16] Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked

[04:33.91] "Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track

[04:35.16] And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap

[04:37.16] Where's your content at?

[04:38.41] What's with all the conscious rap?

[04:39.16] P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah!)

[04:40.66] I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack

[04:42.66] 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em

[04:44.41] Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac

[04:46.17] To the body bag, I'll be back

[04:47.16] And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like—

[04:49.16] Like Chloraseptic