Erick Sermon
Chloraseptic
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (Yeah)
To the English language
With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper (Haha)
This rap shit got me travelin' place to place, you barely leave your house (House)
'Cause you're always stuck at your pad (Pad), it's stationary
Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (Write it out)
Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
Hook it inside your mouth, go — "Hrruh"
That's what it's like when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it (Flesh with it)
'Til your larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons, expert with (Expert with)
Like hair extensions, extra clips (Extra clips)
And you're scared to effin' death of it (Death of it)
Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that (Legend that)
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped (Sweatshirt ripped)
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch (Record, bitch)
Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip (Senses flip)
Like a barometric pressure switch (Pressure switch)
Carin' less who I offend with this (With this)
I'm at your neck like Pez dispense (Pez dispense)
Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!
[Chorus: PHresher]
I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with it, 'plex with it (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit), next shit (Yeah)
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless (Yeah), yeah

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher]
And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
All at once like I had nothin' to lose (Nothin' to lose), what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose (Destruction is loose), destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew (Somethin' to chew)
Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew (Somethin' to chew)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yeah, uh (Haha), and still conjoined at
The hip with hop, still on point and poignant
Skilled as Floyd is
In this field, and still no filter, boy
I'll put you in your place (Yeah) like a realtor, boy
You still ain't in the buildin', boy
I will destroy shit, even as I build it
Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison
Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it
(Like what?) Like a real thin joint, it
(What?) Comes on Quilted Northern
(And what?) In a built-in toilet
(Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (Woof)
I wouldn't heal with ointment
Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails
Should write a children's storybook (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Million voices in my head
But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment (Off what?)
Off the feel of going in (Like?)
Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she thinks I'm dumb (Ugh)
Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come (Yeah)
'Til I feel anointed
She makes iller noises
When she's with me, must be from the Windy City (Huh)
Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me (Blowin' me)
'Cause I conned her into
Rippin' the condom in two (Woo)
Dick is a bargainin' tool
Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude
I go there, you wouldn't
Well, I still have a few views in common with you
Just not YouTube, 'cause…
[Chorus: PHresher & Eminem]
I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with it, 'plex with it (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit), next shit (Yeah)
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless (Yeah, bitch), yeah

[Verse 3: Eminem]
You're a has-been
That has been the case since back when
You last went and threw your hat in the race
You've been trash (Bitch)
Stick your raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next rhyme
You're a fuckboy, so next time
It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant
With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (Yeah)
Now watch me set it like correct time
All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I
Clock rejects into the next life
Talking reckless, but it's just my
Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie
Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride
Why you hitching at night?
I put an end to your life, sex crime
Kidding aside, insidious vibe
Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes
But all you're getting is bribed
Any old lie to try to get you inside
Then we gon' end up spending the night
And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe
What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck
Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up
Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?
But the muff diver must just like it rough
Fuck right in her vagina, blood
Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh
(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie
Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi
And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi
But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen
Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG
I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee
No diss there, just notice there
Are no similarities that we share
Besides the fact we breathe air
Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried
The hatchet and patched it up
Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack
And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like—
[Chorus: PHresher]
—throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with it, 'plex with it (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit) next shit (Yeah)
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless (Feelin' reckless), reckless (Yeah), yeah

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher]
And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
All at once like I had nothin' to lose (Nothin' to lose), what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose (Destruction is loose), destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew (Somethin' to chew)
Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew (Somethin' to chew)