[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(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 (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
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
[Chorus: PHresher]
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
[Verse 2: PHresher]
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 [?]
[Chorus: PHresher]
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
[Verse 3: Eminem]
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 outta 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?
Dispel doubt but you won't admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, hellbound 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—
[Outro: PHresher]
Like chloraseptic
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(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 (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
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
[Chorus: PHresher]
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
[Verse 2: PHresher]
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 [?]
[Chorus: PHresher]
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
[Verse 3: Eminem]
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 outta 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?
Dispel doubt but you won't admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, hellbound 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—
[Outro: PHresher]
Like chloraseptic
[Verso 1: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)
Sí, sí
Llévalos a la iglesia, estoy hablando del tabernáculo
Es el regreso del ladrón de cuerpos
Camina en el lugar, haz que mi mujer te golpee (¡Whoo!)
En una pelea de frutas, apunto a tu Adam's Apple
Póngase en el coche de los dulces comiendo una barra de chocolate
Y mi niña comiendo una manzana dulce
Yuh, forro su trasero, apunto a su Cruiser
Todas estas piedras en mi cuello, uh
Debieron haber mirado a Medusa
Bolsillos Rasputia por supuesto, conduje algunas llantas a la corte
Cogí gemelos antes, tenía un Benz antes
Este es el informe de pecado
Este es el asesinato asesinato, pasa el quemador, Em
Su dinero es más corto que un acrónimo
Gran cuerpo cuando estoy de regreso en
Ladi-dadi, tiene un montón de cuerpos, nigga
Fakin ', nigga, tráfico humano' (cortejar)
Estoy de nuevo en la Ley, esto no es un accidente
Rey como Ak-ron
Corro la trampa otra vez, tú en la cinta (cinta)
Nunca, la mierda de Neverland vino con una noria (maldita sea)
Ferris day off, baby, AR en el mismo coche
La mayoría de ustedes, mis hijos, aww, miren al pequeño JR
F-12 del mismo color Kate Moss, ugh, estoy hablando de la muñeca en la olla
Estoy hablando de esto y tú no, estoy hablando de ladrillos y tú no
Estoy hablando de arriba a abajo, nigga, como las 6 en punto
Este es el equinoccio, esto es lo que la gente quiere
Alguien en la puerta, oí al orador llamar, uh
[Estribillo: PHresher]
Estoy en tu garganta como clorastróptico, 'séptico
Y tienes estreptococo, soy demasiado complejo con, 'plex con
Esta mierda que escribí está en la próxima mierda, la próxima mierda
Estoy en tu garganta, me estoy sintiendo imprudente, imprudente, sí
[Verso 2: PHresher]
Hazme un favor, no me hagas ningún favor
Estas perras tienen sabores
Todos quieren fumar pero no están haciendo trabajo
Pero compran en [?], Pican como tasers
Actúa Hollywood como si jugara para los Lakers
Vuelan en la última
Crocs, caimanes, saluda a mis enemigos
Perdón a mi vecino, nos comemos
Ese pollo, langosta, papas
Debes estar olfateando ese yayo
Si no crees que soy ese nigga
Swagger en 10 desde un día de edad
Está bien, sin embargo, azotar el látigo como si fuera mayo
Cada canción es K.O., fuck nigga, K.O.
Sal de tu cabeza como si fuera Ayo
Fuera de este mundo, hablando de la OTAN
Es debido a la cárcel, no seas un agujero
Porque tengo shooters que disparan cuando digo eso, como Lord
¿Quieres estar en mis zapatos, no te pagan sin deudas?
Nigga real, no estás rompiendo ninguna regla
La escuela secundaria, los niggas se comieron tu comida
Podría estorbar un poco, pero no soy tonto
Los Niggas odian todos los días, B (sí)
Mierda es O.C. últimamente (sí)
Tengo que romperlos con estos beats Dre (sí)
O podría volverme loco (sí)
Estos niggas demasiado malditos perezosos
Nunca, nunca, jamás, intentes jugar conmigo
Lil 'shawty ahora viene de BK
Pero intento subirme como JAY-Z
Nada más que amor de mi corazón
Me siento con derecho a los títulos
A la mierda, hombre, quiero el título
Mi misión es [?]
[Estribillo: PHresher]
Estoy en tu garganta como clorastróptico, 'séptico
Y tienes estreptococo, soy demasiado complejo con, 'plex con
Esta mierda que escribí está en la próxima mierda, la próxima mierda
Estoy en tu garganta, me estoy sintiendo imprudente, imprudente, sí
[Verso 3: Eminem]
Bin Laden con una pluma, cuerpo de nuevo
Comienzo a matar a tus hombres, prolly debería haber sido
Ali o la encarnación Svengali del pecado
Como un saudita en el Talibán planeando un evento
En el lobby del Intercontinental
Con una intención obvia
Y ni siquiera voy a ceder un poco
Como Osama con una bomba debajo de la basura
Y en el medio del Pentágono
¡Y golpea a un niño de kínder con un alquiler, detente!
Ida y vuelta, ida y vuelta
Como el culo de Jack Kevorkian a la corte
Rap maduro, ¿por qué no puedes ser como Macklemore? ¿Huh?
¿Por qué siempre tienes que golpear a una puta?
Es probable que la sala psiquiátrica sea un último recurso
Algo tiene que ceder, eso es seguro
Sin embargo, sigues viniendo por más
No tan crudo como yo, "'Walk on Water' apesta"
Perra, chúpame la polla
Todos vieron la lista de canciones y tuvieron un ataque antes de que lo oyeran
Entonces formó su veredicto
Mientras te sentabas con los brazos cruzados
Hicieron sus pequeños videos de reacción y hablaron sobre canciones (¡Enfriar!)
Nah, perro, dicen que lo perdí, tus jodidos mármoles se fueron
Pero hoy en día, cada flujo, cada cadencia suena igual
El cerebro es un barril de pólvora, saco inspiración del odio
Dolor real en el papel, no logro rastrear
Pero si me veo extraño y fuera de lugar
Es porque soy un extraterrestre, por eso escribo 'hasta que la página está fuera del espacio, sí
Desde 7 Mile en Novara a "¿Cómo puedo estar deprimido?"
Todos nosotros intentamos amontonarnos en el auto (¡sí!), Filmamos para las estrellas, sí
Porque solo tenemos tanto tiempo en este mundo (¡sí!)
Así que rebobina el baile de la escuela secundaria hasta la noche anterior
Si crees que te lo prometieron mañana (¡sí!)
Ahora estoy a punto de engañar de nuevo
Esta canción está enferma, es luminosa, la luna está encendida
Un lunático loco, un chip de computadora humana
Y pronto voy a clavar una escoba en el útero de la pollita de tu Hooter
Si fuera tú, no haría nada estúpido debido al estado de ánimo en el que estoy
Lo estoy perdiendo, te mastican como un Junior Mint
Muéstrame a quién rasgar, es hora de que te jodan
Vacía el lubricante y ponle pegamento.
¿Cuántos malditos raperos tuve?
Disipar dudas pero no admitirás que fumé
Y estabas hechizado, atado en mi traje de nieve
¿Pero tengo que sonar como todo lo demás?
Porque no me comparan con eso, solo yo mismo ahora
Y puedo ver a los fanáticos del buen tiempo y bajar las ventas
Pero la única forma en que me importa es si me dejo caer
¿Pero a qué mierda me desperté?
Es hora de comerse las voces y cagar las herramientas Pro Tools
Sé que todavía quieres que salga mal, ¿verdad?
Esperando que el viejo Slim se derrame, abra fuego
En todo tu campamento con este asador te escribí
Así que relájate, no, tus azadas no podrían asarme con la mierda que te escribí
Luego tomé una posición, fui a Tan-Face
Y prácticamente corté mi base de admiradores de mothafuckin por la mitad y todavía vendiste más
Acabas de llamar a mi mierda basura
Gracias a Dios, rapeo mejor cuando las probabilidades están apiladas
Wack de Revival, no me gusta la pista de Zombie "
O cuando está hablando de basura basura psicótica
¿Dónde está tu contenido? ¿Qué pasa con todo el rap consciente?
P! Nk, Beyoncé esto y Kehlani eso "(sí)
Acabo de agregar al combustible en mi paquete de cohetes
'Hasta que esté listo para responder, entonces lo lanzaré a ellos'
Idiota del maldito saco embrionario
Para el bodybag, volveré
Y cuando lo esté, estaré en tu maldita garganta como-
[Outro: PHresher]
Como el cloretróptico
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