[Intro: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)
[Verse 1: 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
Niggas fakin',
niggas human traffickin'
(whoo!)
I'm on the Act again,
this ain't a accident
Uh, 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,
aw, look at little JR
Aw, 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 Raleys,
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 'cause of jail,
don't be an A-hole
'Cause I got shooters
that shoot
when I say so (lay low!)
Wanna be in my shoes,
you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga,
you ain't break no rules
High school,
niggas ate yo' food
Might dumb it down a little,
but I ain't no fool (yeah, yeah)
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 (too lazy)
Don't ever, ever,
ever try to play me
(try to play me)
Lil' shawty now comin'
from BK (BK!)
But, I'm tryna come up
like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin' but love from my heart,
I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title,
my mission is goin' viral
[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? (huh?)
It's likely the psychiatric
ward's a last resort (huh?)
Somethin'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 (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 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
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 fuckin' rappers
did I go through?
Dispel doubt,
but you won't admit
I smoked you
And 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 woke 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, Beyonce 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
romanize Korean
(2 Chainz!)
[Verse 1: 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
Niggas fakin',
niggas human traffickin'
(whoo!)
I'm on the Act again,
this ain't a accident
Uh, 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,
aw, look at little JR
Aw, 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 Raleys,
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 'cause of jail,
don't be an A-hole
'Cause I got shooters
that shoot
when I say so (lay low!)
Wanna be in my shoes,
you ain't paid no dues
Real nigga,
you ain't break no rules
High school,
niggas ate yo' food
Might dumb it down a little,
but I ain't no fool (yeah, yeah)
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 (too lazy)
Don't ever, ever,
ever try to play me
(try to play me)
Lil' shawty now comin'
from BK (BK!)
But, I'm tryna come up
like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin' but love from my heart,
I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title,
my mission is goin' viral
[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? (huh?)
It's likely the psychiatric
ward's a last resort (huh?)
Somethin'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 (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 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
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 fuckin' rappers
did I go through?
Dispel doubt,
but you won't admit
I smoked you
And 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 woke 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, Beyonce 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