Eminem - verse on ''Chloraseptic Remix''

[00:00.25] Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again

[00:01.49] I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been

[00:03.49] Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin

[00:05.23] Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event

[00:06.73] In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent

[00:08.75] And I would not even relent up on a little

[00:10.48] Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle

[00:11.98] Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (Stop!)

[00:13.98] Back and forth, back and forth

[00:15.49] Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court

[00:17.23] "Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (Huh?)

[00:19.98] "Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (Huh?)

[00:21.99] It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (Huh?)

[00:24.98] Something's gotta give, that's for sure

[00:26.45] Yet you keep comin' back for more

[00:27.97] Not as raw as I was, “'Walk on Water' sucks”

[00:30.45] Bitch, suck my dick!

[00:31.47] Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit

[00:33.71] 'Fore you heard it, so you formed your verdict

[00:34.70] While you sat wit' your arms crossed

[00:35.42] Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)

[00:38.43] Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?

[00:41.17] Your fuckin' marbles are gone (Wait, Em!)

[00:42.42] But nowadays every flow, every cadence sound the same (Skrrt)

[00:45.18] Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate

[00:47.18] Real pain in the paper, I don't trace

[00:50.41] But if I look strange and outta place

[00:52.41] It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why

[00:54.41] I write 'til the page is outta space (Duh!)

[00:56.40] From 7 Mile in Novara

[00:58.15] To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (Yeah!)

[01:00.91] We shot for the stars (Yeah!)

[01:02.16] 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (Yeah!)

[01:04.40] So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before

[01:07.38] If you think you're promised tomorrow (Yeah!)

[01:08.63] 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!)

[01:24.64] How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?

[01:26.13] Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked

[01:27.88] And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit

[01:29.90] But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?

[01:32.16] 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now

[01:33.89] Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down

[01:35.64] But the only way I care is if I let myself down

[01:37.15] But what the fuck have I woke to?

[01:38.63] Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools

[01:40.38] I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?

[01:42.15] Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open

[01:43.90] Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you

[01:45.66] So chill out, no, you

[01:46.63] Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you

[01:48.41] Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you

[01:52.88] You just called my shit trash?

[01:54.38] Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked

[01:56.14] "Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track

[01:58.15] And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap

[01:59.63] Where's your content at?

[02:00.63] What's with all the conscious rap?

[02:01.64] P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (Yeah!)

[02:03.14] I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack

[02:04.90] 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em

[02:06.63] Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac

[02:08.14] To the body bag, I'll be back

[02:09.39] And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like