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Chloraseptic (feat. 2 Chainz & Phresher) - Remix
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Instinctive nature, to bring the anguish (yeah) to the English language With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper This rap shit got me travelin' place to place, you barely leave your house 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat Hook it inside your mouth, go That's what it's like when the mic is out 'Cause I'm tearin' at your fleshful dead 'Til your larynx and neck are split With these lyrics, weapons expert with Like hair extensions, extra clips And you're scared to effin' death of it Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt ripped And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher Electric, swear on every record, bitch Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip Like a barometric pressure switch Carin' less who I offend with this I'm at your neck like Pez dispense Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch 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 And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do? My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew Somethin' to chew Yeah, uh And still conjoined at the hip with hop Still on point and poignant Skilled as Floyd is And it's filled and still no filter, boy I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy You still ain't in the buldin', 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 I wouldn't heal with ointment Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails Should write a children's storybook (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 Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come 'Til I feel anointed She makes iller noises When she's with me, must be from the Windy City Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me 'Cause I conned her into,


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