Chloraseptic (feat. PHRESHER)

Instinctive nature to bring the anguish

To the English language

With this ink, you haters get wrote on

Like a piece of paper

This rap shit got me travellin' 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 of rhymin' foul

That's why you sound so shook

Wire-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 flesh with it

Till 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

In hoodie black, should be strapped

To a chair or stretcher, electric

Swear on every record, bitch

Finger so high in the air, I'll 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 ahead, 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

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you

Only ones, like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?

My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose

And all it wants is to have something to chew, something to chew, something to chew

Yeah, uh

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 building, 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 with Quilted Northern (And what?)

And a built-in toilet (Yeah)

Bitch, I told you I'm a dog!

I wouldn't 'heel' 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 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

Till I feel anointed

She makes 'Illinois-es' when she's with me

Must be from the Windy City

Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me

'Cause I conned her into rippin' the condom in two, woo!

Dick is a bargaining tool, now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins (Rude Jude)

I go there, you wouldn't?

Well, I'll still have a few views in common with you

Just not YouTube, 'cause

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

You're a has-been

That has been the case since back when

You last went and threw your hat in the race

You been trash, stick your raps in the trash bin

Or end up in my next rhyme, you're a fuck boy

So next time, it's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant

With a Tech Nine against Rex Ryan

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 crimes, kidding aside, insidious vibe

Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes

But all you're getting is bribe

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 her, cuts, slices her twice?

But the muff diver must just like it rough

Fuck right in her vagina, blood

Flies up under thighs, uh, 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 coozie is with an Uzi, see

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 wrap it, 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 motherfuckin' 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

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 it wants is to have something to chew, something to chew, something to chew