[{"id":34199228,"name":"Chloraseptic","trackName":"Chloraseptic","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Chloraseptic","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)\nTo the English language\nWith this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper\nThis rap shit got me travelin' place to place\nYou barely leave your house\n'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\nYeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)\nSimon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\nWire bound notebook got tied around your throat\nHook it inside your mouth, go, hruh\nThat's what it's like when the mic is out\n'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it\n'Til your larynx and neck are split\nWith these lyrics, weapons, expert with\nLike hair extensions, extra clips\nAnd you're scared to effin' death of it\nBitch, you're starin' at a legend that\nIn a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped\nAnd hoodie black, should be strapped\nTo a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch\nFinger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip\nLike a barometric pressure switch\nCarin' less who I offend with this\nI'm at your neck like Pez dispense\nGo 'head, spit your flow, bitch!\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\nYeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at\nThe hip with hop, still on point and poignant\nSkilled as Floyd is\nIn this field, and still no filter, boy\nI'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\nYou still ain't in the buildin', boy\nI will destroy shit, even as I build it\nGet the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\nWhich is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n(Like what?) Like a real thin joint it\n(What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n(And what?) In a built-in toilet\n(Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\nI wouldn't heal with ointment\nWay I'm kickin' these fairies tails\nShould write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nMillion voices in my head\nBut still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n(Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n(Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\nLike she thinks I'm dumb\nGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n'Til I feel anointed\nShe makes iller noises\nWhen she's with me, must be from the Windy City\nPretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n'Cause I conned her into\nRippin' the condom in two (woo!)\nDick is a bargainin' tool\nNow I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\nI go there, you wouldn't\nWell, I still have a few views in common with you\nJust not YouTube, 'cause\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\nYou're a has-been\nThat has been the case since back when\nYou last went and threw your hat in the race\nYou've been trash (bitch!)\nStick your raps in the trash bin\nOr end up in my next rhyme\nYou're a fuckboy, so next time\nIt's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\nWith a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\nNow watch me set it like correct time\nAll you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\nClock rejects into the next life\nTalking reckless, but it's just my\nStrongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\nProstitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\nWhy you hitching at night?\nI put an end to your life, sex crime\nKidding aside, insidious vibe\nGirl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\nBut all you're getting is bribed\nAny old lie to try to get you inside\nThen we gon' end up spending the night\nAnd I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\nWhat kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\nFinds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\nBinds up, cuts, slices her twice?\nBut the muff diver must just like it rough\nFuck right in her vagina, blood\nFlies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\nGoal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\nAnd have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\nBut I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\nGlued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\nI'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\nNo diss there, just notice there\nAre no similarities that we share\nBesides the fact we breathe air\nHappily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\nThe hatchet and patched it up\nNow I'm back to ratchet up my attack\nAnd I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\nChloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew, somethin' to chew","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)\n[00:02.24] To the English language\n[00:03.55] With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper\n[00:06.85] This rap shit got me travelin' place to place\n[00:09.75] You barely leave your house\n[00:11.10] 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\n[00:14.27] Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)\n[00:18.64] Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\n[00:22.05] Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat\n[00:24.86] Hook it inside your mouth, go, hruh\n[00:26.65] That's what it's like when the mic is out\n[00:28.93] 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it\n[00:30.69] 'Til your larynx and neck are split\n[00:32.30] With these lyrics, weapons, expert with\n[00:34.28] Like hair extensions, extra clips\n[00:36.04] And you're scared to effin' death of it\n[00:37.80] Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that\n[00:39.60] In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped\n[00:41.38] And hoodie black, should be strapped\n[00:43.45] To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch\n[00:46.40] Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip\n[00:48.62] Like a barometric pressure switch\n[00:51.85] Carin' less who I offend with this\n[00:53.61] I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n[00:55.22] Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!\n[00:56.91] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[01:00.50] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[01:03.87] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[01:07.13] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[01:11.81] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[01:15.40] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[01:18.86] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[01:22.85] And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n[01:24.73] Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n[01:27.25] Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at\n[01:31.12] The hip with hop, still on point and poignant\n[01:34.13] Skilled as Floyd is\n[01:35.41] In this field, and still no filter, boy\n[01:36.85] I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n[01:40.16] You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n[01:41.78] I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n[01:44.20] Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n[01:46.31] Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n[01:49.14] (Like what?) Like a real thin joint it\n[01:51.18] (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n[01:52.84] (And what?) In a built-in toilet\n[01:54.60] (Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\n[01:56.68] I wouldn't heal with ointment\n[01:58.31] Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails\n[02:00.54] Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:03.03] Million voices in my head\n[02:04.65] But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n[02:07.27] (Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n[02:09.32] (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n[02:11.31] Like she thinks I'm dumb\n[02:12.73] Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n[02:16.66] 'Til I feel anointed\n[02:18.28] She makes iller noises\n[02:20.58] When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n[02:22.79] Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n[02:25.95] 'Cause I conned her into\n[02:27.49] Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)\n[02:28.70] Dick is a bargainin' tool\n[02:30.42] Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\n[02:32.52] I go there, you wouldn't\n[02:34.35] Well, I still have a few views in common with you\n[02:37.15] Just not YouTube, 'cause\n[02:38.51] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[02:41.84] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[02:45.87] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[02:49.31] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\n[02:54.28] You're a has-been\n[02:55.42] That has been the case since back when\n[02:57.30] You last went and threw your hat in the race\n[02:59.15] You've been trash (bitch!)\n[03:00.17] Stick your raps in the trash bin\n[03:01.72] Or end up in my next rhyme\n[03:03.51] You're a fuckboy, so next time\n[03:05.02] It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n[03:07.18] With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\n[03:09.31] Now watch me set it like correct time\n[03:11.80] All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\n[03:14.20] Clock rejects into the next life\n[03:17.35] Talking reckless, but it's just my\n[03:19.09] Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\n[03:22.16] Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n[03:24.61] Why you hitching at night?\n[03:26.12] I put an end to your life, sex crime\n[03:28.27] Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n[03:30.14] Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n[03:31.36] But all you're getting is bribed\n[03:33.40] Any old lie to try to get you inside\n[03:35.19] Then we gon' end up spending the night\n[03:36.36] And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n[03:38.44] What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n[03:41.03] Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\n[03:43.60] Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?\n[03:45.12] But the muff diver must just like it rough\n[03:47.44] Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n[03:48.89] Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n[03:52.42] (Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\n[03:54.92] Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\n[03:56.72] And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\n[03:59.40] But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n[04:02.82] Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n[04:05.42] I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\n[04:07.96] No diss there, just notice there\n[04:10.12] Are no similarities that we share\n[04:11.63] Besides the fact we breathe air\n[04:13.88] Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n[04:17.05] The hatchet and patched it up\n[04:18.51] Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n[04:19.62] And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n[04:21.24] Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[04:23.64] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[04:27.32] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[04:30.79] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[04:35.26] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[04:38.39] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[04:42.06] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[04:45.72] And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n[04:47.90] Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chloraseptic\n artist: Eminem\n album: Chloraseptic\n duration_ms: 296000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)\n start_ms: 10\n end_ms: 2240\n- text: To the English language\n start_ms: 2240\n end_ms: 3550\n- text: With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper\n start_ms: 3550\n end_ms: 6850\n- text: This rap shit got me travelin' place to place\n start_ms: 6850\n end_ms: 9750\n- text: You barely leave your house\n start_ms: 9750\n end_ms: 11100\n- text: '''Cause you''re always stuck at your pad, it''s stationary'\n start_ms: 11100\n end_ms: 14270\n- text: Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)\n start_ms: 14270\n end_ms: 18640\n- text: Simon Cowell of rhymin' 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Like a real thin joint it\n (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n (And what?) In a built-in toilet\n (Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\n I wouldn't heal with ointment\n Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails\n Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n Million voices in my head\n But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n (Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n Like she thinks I'm dumb\n Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n 'Til I feel anointed\n She makes iller noises\n When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n 'Cause I conned her into\n Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)\n Dick is a bargainin' tool\n Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\n I go there, you wouldn't\n Well, I still have a few views in common with you\n Just not YouTube, 'cause\n I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\n You're a has-been\n That has been the case since back when\n You last went and threw your hat in the race\n You've been trash (bitch!)\n Stick your raps in the trash bin\n Or end up in my next rhyme\n You're a fuckboy, so next time\n It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\n Now watch me set it like correct time\n All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\n Clock rejects into the next life\n Talking reckless, but it's just my\n Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\n Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n Why you hitching at night?\n I put an end to your life, sex crime\n Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n But all you're getting is bribed\n Any old lie to try to get you inside\n Then we gon' end up spending the night\n And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\n Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?\n But the muff diver must just like it rough\n Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n (Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\n Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\n And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\n But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\n No diss there, just notice there\n Are no similarities that we share\n Besides the fact we breathe air\n Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n The hatchet and patched it up\n Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n"},{"id":38482282,"name":"Chloraseptic (Remix)","trackName":"Chloraseptic (Remix)","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Chloraseptic","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2 Chainz!\nYeah, yeah\n\nTake 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\nIt's the return of the body snatcher\nWalk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo)\nIn a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple\nPull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar\nAnd my girl eatin' a candy apple\n\nYeah (mm), I line their ass up (up)\nI aim at their Cruiser (baow!)\nAll of these stones on my neck, uh\nThey must have looked at Medusa\nPockets Rasputia of course\nI drove some rims to court\nI fucked some twins before\nI had a Benz before, this is the sin report\n\nThis is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)\nYour money shorter than an acronym (ayy)\nBig body when I'm backin' in (woo!)\nLadi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies\nNiggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (woo!)\nI'm on the Act' again, uh\nThis ain't a accident, uh\nKing like Ak-Ron\n\nI run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)\nNever Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)\nFerris day off, baby, AR in the same car\nMost of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR\nF12 same color Kate Moss\nUh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot\nI'm talkin' this and you not\nI'm talkin' bricks and you not\nI'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock\nThis is the equinox, this what the people want\nSomebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh\n\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nDo me a favor, don't do me no favors\nThese bitches got flavors\nThey all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor\nBut they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers\nAct Hollywood like they play for the Lakers\nThey fly on the latest\nCrocs, alligators, say hi to my haters\nPardon my neighbor\nWe eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes\n\nYou must be sniffin' that yayo\nIf you don't think I'm that nigga\nSwagger on ten since a day old\nIt's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo\nEvery track is a K.O., technical K.O.\nGo off your head like I'm Ayo\nOut of this world, talkin' NATO\nIt's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole\n'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)\n\nWanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues\nReal nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)\nHigh school, niggas ate yo' food\nMight dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)\nNiggas hate every day, B (yeah)\nShit is O.C. lately (yeah)\nGotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\nOr I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n\nThese niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\nDon't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\nLil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\nBut I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\nNothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\nI feel entitled to titles (to titles)\nFuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\nSubmission, they goin' all viral\n\n'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n\nBin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\nI begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\nAli or the Svengali embodiment of sin\nLike a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\nIn the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent\nAnd I would not even relent up on a little\nLike Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle\nOf the Pentagon and hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)\n\nBack and forth, back and forth\nLike Jack Kevorkian's ass to court\n\"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\nIt's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\nSomething's gotta give, that's for sure\nYet you keep comin' back for more\n\nNot as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\nBitch, suck my dick!\nY'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\nSo you formed your verdict\nWhile you sat with your arms crossed\nDid your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\nNah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\nYour fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\nBut nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\nBrain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\nReal pain in the paper, I don't trace\nBut if I look strange and outta place\nIt's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\nFrom 7 Mile in Novara\nTo \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\nWe shot for the stars (yeah!)\n'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\nSo rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\nIf you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\nNow I'm 'bout to fool again\n\nThis tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\nA freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\nAnd I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\nIf I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\nI'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\nShow me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\nEmpty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\nHow many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\nDispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\nAnd you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\nBut am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\nAnd I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\nBut the only way I care is if I let myself down\nBut what the fuck have I woke to?\n\nTime to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\nI know you still want me 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(yeah)\n[02:05.69]Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\n[02:07.16]Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n[02:08.82]These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\n[02:10.13]Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\n[02:12.15]Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\n[02:14.00]But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\n[02:15.91]Nothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\n[02:17.64]I feel entitled to titles (to titles)\n[02:19.40]Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\n[02:21.04]Submission, they goin' all viral\n[02:21.32]'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[02:24.57]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[02:28.11]This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[02:31.83]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n[02:36.12]Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\n[02:38.03]I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\n[02:40.21]Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin\n[02:42.14]Like a Saudi in 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n[02:57.04]\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n[02:58.61]It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n[03:01.39]Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n[03:03.05]Yet you keep comin' back for more\n[03:04.72]Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n[03:07.22]Bitch, suck my dick!\n[03:08.44]Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n[03:10.98]So you formed your verdict\n[03:11.74]While you sat with your arms crossed\n[03:13.28]Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n[03:15.94]Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n[03:17.84]Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n[03:19.09]But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n[03:22.19]Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n[03:25.55]Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n[03:27.44]But if I look strange and outta place\n[03:29.11]It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n[03:33.33]From 7 Mile in Novara\n[03:35.16]To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n[03:37.95]We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n[03:39.15]'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n[03:41.20]So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n[03:44.16]If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n[03:45.60]Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n[03:47.09]This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n[03:48.86]A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n[03:50.68]And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n[03:53.27]If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n[03:55.82]I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n[03:57.52]Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n[03:59.67]Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n[04:01.46]How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n[04:03.14]Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n[04:04.86]And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n[04:06.61]But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n[04:08.96]'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n[04:10.68]And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n[04:12.36]But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n[04:14.25]But what the fuck have I woke to?\n[04:15.73]Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n[04:17.24]I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n[04:18.90]Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n[04:20.68]Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n[04:22.44]So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n[04:25.39]Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n[04:27.53]Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n[04:29.88]You just called my shit trash?\n[04:31.41]Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n[04:33.16]\"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n[04:35.05]And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n[04:36.66]Where's 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little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)\n Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)\n Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)\n Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\n Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n\n These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\n Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\n Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\n But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\n Nothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\n I feel entitled to titles (to titles)\n Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\n Submission, they goin' all viral\n\n 'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n\n Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\n I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\n Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin\n Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\n In the lobby of the 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n Yet you keep comin' back for more\n\n Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n Bitch, suck my dick!\n Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n So you formed your verdict\n While you sat with your arms crossed\n Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\n But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n But if I look strange and outta place\n It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\n From 7 Mile in Novara\n To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n\n This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\n How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n But what the fuck have I woke to?\n\n Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n\n You just called my shit trash?\n Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n \"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n Where's your content at?\n What's with all the conscious rap?\n P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n\n I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n To the body bag, I'll be back\n And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n\n Like 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sweatshirt ripped\nAnd hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher\nElectric, swear on every record, bitch\nFinger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip\nLike a barometric pressure switch\nCarin' less who I offend with this\nI'm at your neck like Pez dispense\nGo 'head, spit your flow, bitch\n\nI'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew\n\nYeah, uh\nAnd still conjoined at the hip with hop\nStill on point and poignant\nSkilled as Floyd is\nAnd it's filled and still no filter, boy\nI'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\nYou still ain't in the 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Like a real thin joint, it\nWhat? Comes on Quilted Northern\nAnd what? In a built-in toilet\nYeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n\nI wouldn't heal with ointment\nWay I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\nShould write a children's storybook (yeah)\nMillion voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\nAnd some real enjoyment\nOff what? Off the feel of going in\nLike? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\nLike she thinks I'm dumb\nGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n'Til I feel anointed\nShe makes iller noises\nWhen she's with me, must be from the Windy City\nPretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n\n'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\nDick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\nWould you? 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Like a real thin joint, it\n[01:51.55] What? Comes on Quilted Northern\n[01:53.40] And what? In a built-in toilet\n[01:55.12] Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n[01:57.12] I wouldn't heal with ointment\n[01:59.05] Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\n[02:00.52] Should write a children's storybook (yeah)\n[02:02.96] Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\n[02:06.40] And some real enjoyment\n[02:07.79] Off what? Off the feel of going in\n[02:09.46] Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n[02:11.68] Like she thinks I'm dumb\n[02:13.09] Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n[02:17.15] 'Til I feel anointed\n[02:19.04] She makes iller noises\n[02:20.54] When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n[02:23.14] Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n[02:26.04] 'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\n[02:29.38] Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\n[02:32.04] Would you? 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Strongest suit, but you can get my\n[03:21.05] Columbian neck tie\n[03:22.38] Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n[03:24.67] Why you hitching at night?\n[03:26.16] I put an end to your life (sex crime)\n[03:28.37] Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n[03:30.16] Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n[03:32.12] But all you're getting is bribe\n[03:33.21] Ending your life to try to get you inside\n[03:35.15] Then we gon' end up spending the night\n[03:36.44] And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n[03:38.88] What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n[03:41.15] Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her\n[03:43.49] Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice\n[03:45.42] But the muff diver must just like it rough\n[03:47.38] Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n[03:49.73] Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh\n[03:52.58] Music, please\n[03:54.05] Enthusi', instead of roofie\n[03:55.23] Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi\n[03:57.37] And have a loosie, 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the air, I bet your senses flip\n Like a barometric pressure switch\n Carin' less who I offend with this\n I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch\n\n I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n Somethin' to chew\n\n Yeah, uh\n And still conjoined at the hip with hop\n Still on point and poignant\n Skilled as Floyd is\n And it's filled and still no filter, boy\n I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n Like what? Like a real thin joint, it\n What? Comes on Quilted Northern\n And what? In a built-in toilet\n Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n\n I wouldn't heal with ointment\n Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\n Should write a children's storybook (yeah)\n Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\n And some real enjoyment\n Off what? Off the feel of going in\n Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n Like she thinks I'm dumb\n Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n 'Til I feel anointed\n She makes iller noises\n When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n\n 'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\n Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\n Would you? I go there, you wouldn't?\n Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you\n Just not YouTube, 'cause\n\n I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n You're a has-been\n That has been the case since back when\n You last went and threw your hat in the race\n You've been trash\n Stick your raps in the trash bin\n Or end up in my next rhyme\n You're a fuckboy, so next time\n There's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!\n\n Now watch me set it like correct time\n All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time\n I clock rejects into the next line\n Talkin' reckless, that is just my\n Strongest suit, but you can get my\n Columbian neck tie\n Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n Why you hitching at night?\n I put an end to your life (sex crime)\n Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n But all you're getting is bribe\n Ending your life to try to get you inside\n Then we gon' end up spending the night\n And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n\n What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her\n Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice\n But the muff diver must just like it rough\n Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh\n Music, please\n Enthusi', instead of roofie\n Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi\n And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi\n But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n Glued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n I'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G\n\n No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share\n Besides the fact we breathe air\n Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n The hatchet and patched it up\n Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n\n Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n Somethin' to chew\n"},{"id":38487986,"name":"Chloraseptic (Remix)","trackName":"Chloraseptic (Remix)","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Chloraseptic (Remix)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2 Chainz!\nYeah, yeah\n\nTake 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\nIt's the return of the body snatcher\nWalk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo)\nIn a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple\nPull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar\nAnd my girl eatin' a candy apple\n\nYeah (mm), I line their ass up (up)\nI aim at their Cruiser (baow!)\nAll of these stones on my neck, uh\nThey must have looked at Medusa\nPockets Rasputia of course\nI drove some rims to court\nI fucked some twins before\nI had a Benz before, this is the sin report\n\nThis is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)\nYour money shorter than an acronym (ayy)\nBig body when I'm backin' in (woo!)\nLadi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies\nNiggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (woo!)\nI'm on the Act' again, uh\nThis ain't a accident, uh\nKing like Ak-Ron\n\nI run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)\nNever Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)\nFerris day off, baby, AR in the same car\nMost of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR\nF12 same color Kate Moss\nUh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot\nI'm talkin' this and you not\nI'm talkin' bricks and you not\nI'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock\nThis is the equinox, this what the people want\nSomebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh\n\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nDo me a favor, don't do me no favors\nThese bitches got flavors\nThey all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor\nBut they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers\nAct Hollywood like they play for the Lakers\nThey fly on the latest\nCrocs, alligators, say hi to my haters\nPardon my neighbor\nWe eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes\n\nYou must be sniffin' that yayo\nIf you don't think I'm that nigga\nSwagger on ten since a day old\nIt's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo\nEvery track is a K.O., technical K.O.\nGo off your head like I'm Ayo\nOut of this world, talkin' NATO\nIt's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole\n'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)\n\nWanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues\nReal nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)\nHigh school, niggas ate yo' food\nMight dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)\nNiggas hate every day, B (yeah)\nShit is O.C. lately (yeah)\nGotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\nOr I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n\nThese niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\nDon't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\nLil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\nBut I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\nNothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\nI feel entitled to titles (to titles)\nFuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\nSubmission, they goin' all viral\n\n'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n\nBin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\nI begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\nAli or the Svengali embodiment of sin\nLike a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\nIn the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent\nAnd I would not even relent up on a little\nLike Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle\nOf the Pentagon and hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)\n\nBack and forth, back and forth\nLike Jack Kevorkian's ass to court\n\"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\nIt's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\nSomething's gotta give, that's for sure\nYet you keep comin' back for more\n\nNot as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\nBitch, suck my dick!\nY'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\nSo you formed your verdict\nWhile you sat with your arms crossed\nDid your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\nNah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\nYour fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\nBut nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\nBrain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\nReal pain in the paper, I don't trace\nBut if I look strange and outta place\nIt's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\nFrom 7 Mile in Novara\nTo \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\nWe shot for the stars (yeah!)\n'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\nSo rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\nIf you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\nNow I'm 'bout to fool again\n\nThis tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\nA freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\nAnd I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\nIf I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\nI'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\nShow me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\nEmpty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\nHow many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\nDispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\nAnd you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\nBut am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\nAnd I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\nBut the only way I care is if I let myself down\nBut what the fuck have I woke to?\n\nTime to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\nI know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\nHopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\nFire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\nSo chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\nThen I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\nCut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n\nYou just called my shit trash?\nThank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n\"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\nAnd when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\nWhere's your content at?\nWhat's with all the conscious rap?\nP!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n\nI just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\nIdiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\nTo the body bag, I'll be back\nAnd when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n\nLike Chloraseptic","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.45]2 Chainz!\n[00:01.06]Yeah, yeah\n[00:02.41]Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\n[00:05.55]It's the return of 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(yeah)\n[02:05.69]Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\n[02:07.16]Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n[02:08.82]These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\n[02:10.13]Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\n[02:12.15]Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\n[02:14.00]But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\n[02:15.91]Nothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\n[02:17.64]I feel entitled to titles (to titles)\n[02:19.40]Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\n[02:21.04]Submission, they goin' all viral\n[02:21.32]'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[02:24.57]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[02:28.11]This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[02:31.83]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n[02:36.12]Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\n[02:38.03]I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\n[02:40.21]Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin\n[02:42.14]Like a Saudi in 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n[02:57.04]\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n[02:58.61]It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n[03:01.39]Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n[03:03.05]Yet you keep comin' back for more\n[03:04.72]Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n[03:07.22]Bitch, suck my dick!\n[03:08.44]Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n[03:10.98]So you formed your verdict\n[03:11.74]While you sat with your arms crossed\n[03:13.28]Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n[03:15.94]Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n[03:17.84]Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n[03:19.09]But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n[03:22.19]Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n[03:25.55]Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n[03:27.44]But if I look strange and outta place\n[03:29.11]It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n[03:33.33]From 7 Mile in Novara\n[03:35.16]To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n[03:37.95]We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n[03:39.15]'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n[03:41.20]So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n[03:44.16]If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n[03:45.60]Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n[03:47.09]This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n[03:48.86]A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n[03:50.68]And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n[03:53.27]If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n[03:55.82]I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n[03:57.52]Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n[03:59.67]Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n[04:01.46]How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n[04:03.14]Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n[04:04.86]And you was spellbound, hellbound in 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n Yet you keep comin' back for more\n\n Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n Bitch, suck my dick!\n Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n So you formed your verdict\n While you sat with your arms crossed\n Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\n But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n But if I look strange and outta place\n It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\n From 7 Mile in Novara\n To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n 'Cause we only 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Why can''t you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)'\n start_ms: 174270\n end_ms: 177050\n- text: '\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)'\n start_ms: 177050\n end_ms: 178680\n- text: It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n start_ms: 178680\n end_ms: 181340\n- text: Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n start_ms: 181340\n end_ms: 183020\n- text: Yet you keep comin' back for more\n start_ms: 183020\n end_ms: 184720\n- text: Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n start_ms: 184720\n end_ms: 187280\n- text: Bitch, suck my dick!\n start_ms: 187280\n end_ms: 188470\n- text: Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n start_ms: 188470\n end_ms: 190940\n- text: So you formed your verdict\n start_ms: 190940\n end_ms: 191760\n- text: While you sat with your arms crossed\n start_ms: 191760\n end_ms: 193250\n- text: Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n start_ms: 193250\n end_ms: 195940\n- text: Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n Yet you keep comin' back for more\n\n Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n Bitch, suck my dick!\n Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n So you formed your verdict\n While you sat with your arms crossed\n Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\n But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n But if I look strange and outta place\n It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\n From 7 Mile in Novara\n To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n\n This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\n How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n But what the fuck have I woke to?\n\n Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n\n You just called my shit trash?\n Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n \"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n Where's your content at?\n What's with all the conscious rap?\n P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n\n I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n To the body bag, I'll be back\n And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n\n Like Chloraseptic\n"},{"id":1031322,"name":"Chloraseptic (Remix)","trackName":"Chloraseptic 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the Svengali embodiment of sin\n[02:42.14] Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\n[02:43.94] In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent\n[02:45.81] And I would not even relent up on a little\n[02:47.57] Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle\n[02:48.98] Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)\n[02:51.06] Back and forth, back and forth\n[02:52.49] Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court\n[02:54.27] \"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n[02:57.05] \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n[02:58.68] It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n[03:01.34] Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n[03:03.02] Yet you keep comin' back for more\n[03:04.72] Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n[03:07.28] Bitch, suck my dick!\n[03:08.47] Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n[03:10.94] So you formed your verdict\n[03:11.76] While you sat with your arms crossed\n[03:13.25] Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n[03:15.94] Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n[03:17.80] Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n[03:19.06] But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n[03:22.11] Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n[03:25.57] Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n[03:27.43] But if I look strange and outta place\n[03:29.18] It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n[03:33.31] From 7 Mile in Novara\n[03:35.14] To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n[03:37.92] We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n[03:39.11] 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n[03:41.26] So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n[03:44.16] If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n[03:45.65] Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n[03:47.01] This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n[03:48.87] A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n[03:50.62] And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n[03:53.29] If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n[03:55.83] I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n[03:57.52] Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n[03:59.67] Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n[04:01.49] How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n[04:03.10] Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n[04:04.81] And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n[04:06.62] But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n[04:08.92] 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n[04:10.60] And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n[04:12.39] But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n[04:14.26] But what the fuck have I woke to?\n[04:15.76] Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n[04:17.24] I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n[04:18.91] Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n[04:20.67] Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n[04:22.41] So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n[04:25.32] Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n[04:27.54] Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n[04:29.84] You just called my shit trash?\n[04:31.41] Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n[04:33.15] \"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n[04:35.08] And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n[04:36.63] Where's your content at?\n[04:37.57] What's with all the conscious rap?\n[04:38.55] P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n[04:40.19] I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n[04:41.82] 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n[04:43.87] Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n[04:45.38] To the body bag, I'll be back\n[04:46.75] And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n[04:48.66] Like Chloraseptic\n[04:49.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chloraseptic (remix)\n artist: Eminem feat. 2 Chainz & PHRESHER\n album: Chloraseptic (remix)\n duration_ms: 297000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 2 Chainz!\n start_ms: 490\n end_ms: 1000\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 1000\n end_ms: 2430\n- text: Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\n start_ms: 2430\n end_ms: 5560\n- text: It's the return of the body snatcher\n start_ms: 5560\n end_ms: 6960\n- text: Walk in the spot, make my 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course\n I drove some rims to court\n I fucked some twins before\n I had a Benz before, this is the sin report\n\n This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)\n Your money shorter than an acronym (ayy)\n Big body when I'm backin' in (woo!)\n Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies\n Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (woo!)\n I'm on the Act' again, uh\n This ain't a accident, uh\n King like Ak-Ron\n\n I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)\n Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)\n Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car\n Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR\n F12 same color Kate Moss\n Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot\n I'm talkin' this and you not\n I'm talkin' bricks and you not\n I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock\n This is the equinox, this what the people want\n Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh\n\n I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n Do me a favor, don't do me no favors\n These bitches got flavors\n They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor\n But they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers\n Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers\n They fly on the latest\n Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters\n Pardon my neighbor\n We eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes\n\n You must be sniffin' that yayo\n If you don't think I'm that nigga\n Swagger on ten since a day old\n It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo\n Every track is a K.O., technical K.O.\n Go off your head like I'm Ayo\n Out of this world, talkin' NATO\n It's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole\n 'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)\n\n Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues\n Real nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)\n High school, niggas ate yo' food\n Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)\n Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)\n Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)\n Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\n Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n\n These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\n Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\n Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\n But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\n Nothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\n I feel entitled to titles (to titles)\n Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\n Submission, they goin' all viral\n\n 'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n\n Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\n I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\n Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin\n Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\n In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent\n And I would not even relent up on a little\n Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle\n Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)\n\n Back and forth, back and forth\n Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court\n \"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n Yet you keep comin' back for more\n\n Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n Bitch, suck my dick!\n Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n So you formed your verdict\n While you sat with your arms crossed\n Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\n But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n But if I look strange and outta place\n It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\n From 7 Mile in Novara\n To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n\n This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\n How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n But what the fuck have I woke to?\n\n Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n\n You just called my shit trash?\n Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n \"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n Where's your content at?\n What's with all the conscious rap?\n P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n\n I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n To the body bag, I'll be back\n And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n\n Like Chloraseptic\n"},{"id":38272915,"name":"Chloraseptic","trackName":"Chloraseptic","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Chloraseptic (Remix) [feat. 2 Chainz & PHRESHER] - Single","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)\nTo the English language\nWith this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper\nThis rap shit got me travelin' place to place\nYou barely leave your house\n'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\nYeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)\nSimon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\nWire bound notebook got tied around your throat\nHook it inside your mouth, go, hruh\nThat's what it's like when the mic is out\n'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it\n'Til your larynx and neck are split\nWith these lyrics, weapons, expert with\nLike hair extensions, extra clips\nAnd you're scared to effin' death of it\nBitch, you're starin' at a legend that\nIn a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped\nAnd hoodie black, should be strapped\nTo a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch\nFinger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip\nLike a barometric pressure switch\nCarin' less who I offend with this\nI'm at your neck like Pez dispense\nGo 'head, spit your flow, bitch!\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\nYeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at\nThe hip with hop, still on point and poignant\nSkilled as Floyd is\nIn this field, and still no filter, boy\nI'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\nYou still ain't in the buildin', boy\nI will destroy shit, even as I build it\nGet the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\nWhich is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n(Like what?) Like a real thin joint it\n(What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n(And what?) In a built-in toilet\n(Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\nI wouldn't heal with ointment\nWay I'm kickin' these fairies tails\nShould write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nMillion voices in my head\nBut still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n(Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n(Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\nLike she thinks I'm dumb\nGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n'Til I feel anointed\nShe makes iller noises\nWhen she's with me, must be from the Windy City\nPretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n'Cause I conned her into\nRippin' the condom in two (woo!)\nDick is a bargainin' tool\nNow I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\nI go there, you wouldn't\nWell, I still have a few views in common with you\nJust not YouTube, 'cause\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\nYou're a has-been\nThat has been the case since back when\nYou last went and threw your hat in the race\nYou've been trash (bitch!)\nStick your raps in the trash bin\nOr end up in my next rhyme\nYou're a fuckboy, so next time\nIt's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\nWith a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\nNow watch me set it like correct time\nAll you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\nClock rejects into the next life\nTalking reckless, but it's just my\nStrongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\nProstitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\nWhy you hitching at night?\nI put an end to your life, sex crime\nKidding aside, insidious vibe\nGirl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\nBut all you're getting is bribed\nAny old lie to try to get you inside\nThen we gon' end up spending the night\nAnd I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\nWhat kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\nFinds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\nBinds up, cuts, slices her twice?\nBut the muff diver must just like it rough\nFuck right in her vagina, blood\nFlies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\nGoal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\nAnd have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\nBut I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\nGlued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\nI'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\nNo diss there, just notice there\nAre no similarities that we share\nBesides the fact we breathe air\nHappily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\nThe hatchet and patched it up\nNow I'm back to ratchet up my attack\nAnd I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\nChloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew, somethin' to chew","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01]Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)\n[00:02.24]To the English language\n[00:03.55]With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper\n[00:06.85]This rap shit got me travelin' place to place\n[00:09.75]You barely leave your house\n[00:11.10]'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\n[00:14.27]Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)\n[00:18.64]Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\n[00:22.05]Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat\n[00:24.86]Hook it inside your mouth, go, hruh\n[00:26.65]That's what it's like when the mic is out\n[00:28.93]'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it\n[00:30.69]'Til your larynx and neck are split\n[00:32.30]With these lyrics, weapons, expert with\n[00:34.28]Like hair extensions, extra clips\n[00:36.04]And you're scared to effin' death of it\n[00:37.80]Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that\n[00:39.60]In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped\n[00:41.38]And hoodie black, should be strapped\n[00:43.45]To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch\n[00:46.40]Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip\n[00:48.62]Like a barometric pressure switch\n[00:51.85]Carin' less who I offend with this\n[00:53.61]I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n[00:55.22]Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!\n[00:56.91]I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[01:00.50]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[01:03.87]This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[01:07.13]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[01:11.81]And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[01:15.40]All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[01:18.86]My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[01:22.85]And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n[01:24.73]Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n[01:27.25]Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at\n[01:31.12]The hip with hop, still on point and poignant\n[01:34.13]Skilled as Floyd is\n[01:35.41]In this field, and still no filter, boy\n[01:36.85]I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n[01:40.16]You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n[01:41.78]I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n[01:44.20]Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n[01:46.31]Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n[01:49.14](Like what?) Like a real thin joint it\n[01:51.18](What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n[01:52.84](And what?) In a built-in toilet\n[01:54.60](Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\n[01:56.68]I wouldn't heal with ointment\n[01:58.31]Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails\n[02:00.54]Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:03.03]Million voices in my head\n[02:04.65]But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n[02:07.27](Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n[02:09.32](Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n[02:11.31]Like she thinks I'm dumb\n[02:12.73]Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n[02:16.66]'Til I feel anointed\n[02:18.28]She makes iller noises\n[02:20.58]When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n[02:22.79]Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n[02:25.95]'Cause I conned her into\n[02:27.49]Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)\n[02:28.70]Dick is a bargainin' tool\n[02:30.42]Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\n[02:32.52]I go there, you wouldn't\n[02:34.35]Well, I still have a few views in common with you\n[02:37.15]Just not YouTube, 'cause\n[02:38.51]I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[02:41.84]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[02:45.87]This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[02:49.31]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\n[02:54.28]You're a has-been\n[02:55.42]That has been the case since back when\n[02:57.30]You last went and threw your hat in the race\n[02:59.15]You've been trash (bitch!)\n[03:00.17]Stick your raps in the trash bin\n[03:01.72]Or end up in my next rhyme\n[03:03.51]You're a fuckboy, so next time\n[03:05.02]It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n[03:07.18]With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\n[03:09.31]Now watch me set it like correct time\n[03:11.80]All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\n[03:14.20]Clock rejects into the next life\n[03:17.35]Talking reckless, but it's just my\n[03:19.09]Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\n[03:22.16]Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n[03:24.61]Why you hitching at night?\n[03:26.12]I put an end to your life, sex crime\n[03:28.27]Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n[03:30.14]Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n[03:31.36]But all you're getting is bribed\n[03:33.40]Any old lie to try to get you inside\n[03:35.19]Then we gon' end up spending the night\n[03:36.36]And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n[03:38.44]What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n[03:41.03]Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\n[03:43.60]Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?\n[03:45.12]But the muff diver must just like it rough\n[03:47.44]Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n[03:48.89]Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n[03:52.42](Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\n[03:54.92]Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\n[03:56.72]And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\n[03:59.40]But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n[04:02.82]Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n[04:05.42]I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\n[04:07.96]No diss there, just notice there\n[04:10.12]Are no similarities that we share\n[04:11.63]Besides the fact we breathe air\n[04:13.88]Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n[04:17.05]The hatchet and patched it up\n[04:18.51]Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n[04:19.62]And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n[04:21.24]Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[04:23.64]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[04:27.32]This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[04:30.79]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[04:35.26]And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[04:38.39]All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[04:42.06]My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[04:45.72]And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n[04:47.90]Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chloraseptic\n artist: Eminem\n album: Chloraseptic (Remix) [feat. 2 Chainz & PHRESHER] - 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Like your bitch when she gives me brain\nLike she thinks I'm dumb\nGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n'Til I feel anointed\nShe makes iller noises\nWhen she's with me, must be from the Windy City\nPretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n'Cause I conned her into\nRippin' the condom in two (woo!)\nDick is a bargainin' tool\nNow I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\nI go there, you wouldn't\nWell, I still have a few views in common with you\nJust not YouTube, 'cause\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\nYou're a has-been\nThat has been the case since back when\nYou last went and threw your hat in the race\nYou've been trash (bitch!)\nStick your raps in the trash bin\nOr end up in my next rhyme\nYou're a fuckboy, so next time\nIt's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\nWith a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\nNow watch me set it like correct time\nAll you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\nClock rejects into the next life\nTalking reckless, but it's just my\nStrongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\nProstitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\nWhy you hitching at night?\nI put an end to your life, sex crime\nKidding aside, insidious vibe\nGirl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\nBut all you're getting is bribed\nAny old lie to try to get you inside\nThen we gon' end up spending the night\nAnd I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\nWhat kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\nFinds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\nBinds up, cuts, slices her twice?\nBut the muff diver must just like it rough\nFuck right in her vagina, blood\nFlies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\nGoal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\nAnd have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\nBut I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\nGlued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\nI'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\nNo diss there, just notice there\nAre no similarities that we share\nBesides the fact we breathe air\nHappily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\nThe hatchet and patched it up\nNow I'm back to ratchet up my attack\nAnd I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\nChloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew, somethin' to chew","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)\n[00:02.24] To the English language\n[00:03.55] With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper\n[00:06.85] This rap shit got me travelin' place to place\n[00:09.75] You barely leave your house\n[00:11.10] 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\n[00:14.27] Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)\n[00:18.64] Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\n[00:22.05] Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat\n[00:24.86] Hook it inside your mouth, go, hruh\n[00:26.65] That's what it's like when the mic is out\n[00:28.93] 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it\n[00:30.69] 'Til your larynx and neck are split\n[00:32.30] With these lyrics, weapons, expert with\n[00:34.28] Like hair extensions, extra clips\n[00:36.04] And you're scared to effin' death of it\n[00:37.80] Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that\n[00:39.60] In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped\n[00:41.38] And hoodie black, should be strapped\n[00:43.45] To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch\n[00:46.40] Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip\n[00:48.62] Like a barometric pressure switch\n[00:51.85] Carin' less who I offend with this\n[00:53.61] I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n[00:55.22] Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!\n[00:56.91] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[01:00.50] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[01:03.87] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[01:07.13] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[01:11.81] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[01:15.40] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[01:18.86] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[01:22.85] And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n[01:24.73] Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n[01:27.25] Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at\n[01:31.12] The hip with hop, still on point and poignant\n[01:34.13] Skilled as Floyd is\n[01:35.41] In this field, and still no filter, boy\n[01:36.85] I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n[01:40.16] You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n[01:41.78] I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n[01:44.20] Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n[01:46.31] Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n[01:49.14] (Like what?) Like a real thin joint it\n[01:51.18] (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n[01:52.84] (And what?) In a built-in toilet\n[01:54.60] (Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\n[01:56.68] I wouldn't heal with ointment\n[01:58.31] Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails\n[02:00.54] Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:03.03] Million voices in my head\n[02:04.65] But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n[02:07.27] (Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n[02:09.32] (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n[02:11.31] Like she thinks I'm dumb\n[02:12.73] Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n[02:16.66] 'Til I feel anointed\n[02:18.28] She makes iller noises\n[02:20.58] When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n[02:22.79] Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n[02:25.95] 'Cause I conned her into\n[02:27.49] Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)\n[02:28.70] Dick is a bargainin' tool\n[02:30.42] Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\n[02:32.52] I go there, you wouldn't\n[02:34.35] Well, I still have a few views in common with you\n[02:37.15] Just not YouTube, 'cause\n[02:38.51] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[02:41.84] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[02:45.87] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[02:49.31] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\n[02:54.28] You're a has-been\n[02:55.42] That has been the case since back when\n[02:57.30] You last went and threw your hat in the race\n[02:59.15] You've been trash (bitch!)\n[03:00.17] Stick your raps in the trash bin\n[03:01.72] Or end up in my next rhyme\n[03:03.51] You're a fuckboy, so next time\n[03:05.02] It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n[03:07.18] With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\n[03:09.31] Now watch me set it like correct time\n[03:11.80] All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\n[03:14.20] Clock rejects into the next life\n[03:17.35] Talking reckless, but it's just my\n[03:19.09] Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\n[03:22.16] Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n[03:24.61] Why you hitching at night?\n[03:26.12] I put an end to your life, sex crime\n[03:28.27] Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n[03:30.14] Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n[03:31.36] But all you're getting is bribed\n[03:33.40] Any old lie to try to get you inside\n[03:35.19] Then we gon' end up spending the night\n[03:36.36] And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n[03:38.44] What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n[03:41.03] Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\n[03:43.60] Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?\n[03:45.12] But the muff diver must just like it rough\n[03:47.44] Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n[03:48.89] Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n[03:52.42] (Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie\n[03:54.92] Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi\n[03:56.72] And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi\n[03:59.40] But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n[04:02.82] Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n[04:05.42] I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!\n[04:07.96] No diss there, just notice there\n[04:10.12] Are no similarities that we share\n[04:11.63] Besides the fact we breathe air\n[04:13.88] Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n[04:17.05] The hatchet and patched it up\n[04:18.51] Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n[04:19.62] And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n[04:21.24] Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[04:23.64] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[04:27.32] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[04:30.79] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[04:35.26] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[04:38.39] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[04:42.06] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[04:45.72] And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew\n[04:47.90] Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chloraseptic\n artist: Eminem\n album: Discography 1996-2020 [FLAC] vtwin88cube 2017 - 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Like a real thin joint it\n (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern\n (And what?) In a built-in toilet\n (Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)\n I wouldn't heal with ointment\n Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails\n Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n Million voices in my head\n But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment\n (Off what?) Off the feel of going in\n (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n Like she thinks I'm dumb\n Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n 'Til I feel anointed\n She makes iller noises\n When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me\n 'Cause I conned her into\n Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)\n Dick is a bargainin' tool\n Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude\n I go there, you wouldn't\n Well, I still have a few views in common with you\n Just not YouTube, 'cause\n I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)\n You're a has-been\n That has been the case since back when\n You last went and threw your hat in the race\n You've been trash (bitch!)\n Stick your raps in the trash bin\n Or end up in my next rhyme\n You're a fuckboy, so next time\n It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)\n Now watch me set it like correct time\n All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I\n Clock rejects into the next life\n Talking reckless, but it's just my\n Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie\n Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n Why you hitching at night?\n I put an end to your life, sex crime\n Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n But all you're getting is bribed\n Any old lie to try to get you inside\n Then we gon' end up spending the night\n And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up\n Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?\n But the muff diver must just like it rough\n Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh\n (Music, please!) 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n[02:57.05] \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n[02:58.68] It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n[03:01.34] Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n[03:03.02] Yet you keep comin' back for more\n[03:04.72] Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n[03:07.28] Bitch, suck my dick!\n[03:08.47] Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n[03:10.94] So you formed your verdict\n[03:11.76] While you sat with your arms crossed\n[03:13.25] Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n[03:15.94] Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n[03:17.80] Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n[03:19.06] But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n[03:22.11] Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n[03:25.57] Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n[03:27.43] But if I look strange and outta place\n[03:29.18] It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page 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talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n[04:36.63] Where's your content at?\n[04:37.57] What's with all the conscious rap?\n[04:38.55] P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n[04:40.19] I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n[04:41.82] 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n[04:43.87] Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n[04:45.38] To the body bag, I'll be back\n[04:46.75] And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n[04:48.66] Like Chloraseptic\n[04:49.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chloraseptic (remix)\n artist: Eminem feat. 2 Chainz & PHRESHER\n album: Chloraseptic (remix) (single)\n duration_ms: 296941\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 2 Chainz!\n start_ms: 490\n end_ms: 1000\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 1000\n end_ms: 2430\n- text: Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\n start_ms: 2430\n end_ms: 5560\n- text: It's the return of the body snatcher\n start_ms: 5560\n end_ms: 6960\n- text: Walk in the spot, 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Jack Kevorkian's ass to court\n start_ms: 172490\n end_ms: 174270\n- text: '\"Rap mature! Why can''t you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)'\n start_ms: 174270\n end_ms: 177050\n- text: '\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)'\n start_ms: 177050\n end_ms: 178680\n- text: It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n start_ms: 178680\n end_ms: 181340\n- text: Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n start_ms: 181340\n end_ms: 183020\n- text: Yet you keep comin' back for more\n start_ms: 183020\n end_ms: 184720\n- text: Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n start_ms: 184720\n end_ms: 187280\n- text: Bitch, suck my dick!\n start_ms: 187280\n end_ms: 188470\n- text: Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n start_ms: 188470\n end_ms: 190940\n- text: So you formed your verdict\n start_ms: 190940\n end_ms: 191760\n- text: While you sat with your arms crossed\n start_ms: 191760\n end_ms: 193250\n- text: Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n start_ms: 193250\n end_ms: 195940\n- text: Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n start_ms: 195940\n end_ms: 197800\n- text: Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n start_ms: 197800\n end_ms: 199060\n- text: But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n start_ms: 199060\n end_ms: 202110\n- text: Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n start_ms: 202110\n end_ms: 205570\n- text: Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n start_ms: 205570\n end_ms: 207430\n- text: But if I look strange and outta place\n start_ms: 207430\n end_ms: 209180\n- text: It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n start_ms: 209180\n end_ms: 213310\n- text: From 7 Mile in Novara\n start_ms: 213310\n end_ms: 215140\n- text: To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n start_ms: 215140\n end_ms: 217920\n- text: We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n start_ms: 217920\n end_ms: 219110\n- text: '''Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)'\n start_ms: 219110\n end_ms: 221260\n- text: So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n start_ms: 221260\n end_ms: 224160\n- text: If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n start_ms: 224160\n end_ms: 225650\n- text: Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n start_ms: 225650\n end_ms: 227010\n- text: This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n start_ms: 227010\n end_ms: 228870\n- text: A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n start_ms: 228870\n end_ms: 230620\n- text: And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n start_ms: 230620\n end_ms: 233290\n- text: If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n start_ms: 233290\n end_ms: 235830\n- text: I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n start_ms: 235830\n end_ms: 237520\n- text: Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n start_ms: 237520\n end_ms: 239670\n- text: Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n start_ms: 239670\n end_ms: 241490\n- text: How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n 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spit, I roast you\n start_ms: 260670\n end_ms: 262410\n- text: So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n start_ms: 262410\n end_ms: 265320\n- text: Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n start_ms: 265320\n end_ms: 267540\n- text: Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n start_ms: 267540\n end_ms: 269840\n- text: You just called my shit trash?\n start_ms: 269840\n end_ms: 271410\n- text: Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n start_ms: 271410\n end_ms: 273150\n- text: '\"Revival''s wack, I don''t like the ''Zombie'' track'\n start_ms: 273150\n end_ms: 275080\n- text: And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n start_ms: 275080\n end_ms: 276630\n- text: Where's your content at?\n start_ms: 276630\n end_ms: 277570\n- text: What's with all the conscious rap?\n start_ms: 277570\n end_ms: 278550\n- text: P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n start_ms: 278550\n end_ms: 280190\n- text: I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n start_ms: 280190\n end_ms: 281820\n- text: '''Til I''m ready to respond, then I''ma launch it at ''em'\n start_ms: 281820\n end_ms: 283870\n- text: Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n start_ms: 283870\n end_ms: 285380\n- text: To the body bag, I'll be back\n start_ms: 285380\n end_ms: 286750\n- text: And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n start_ms: 286750\n end_ms: 288660\n- text: Like Chloraseptic\n start_ms: 288660\n end_ms: 289800\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 289800\nplain: |-\n 2 Chainz!\n Yeah, yeah\n\n Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\n It's the return of the body snatcher\n Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo)\n In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple\n Pull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar\n And my girl eatin' a candy apple\n\n Yeah (mm), I line their ass up (up)\n I aim at their Cruiser (baow!)\n All of these stones on my neck, uh\n They must have looked at Medusa\n Pockets Rasputia of 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n[02:57.05] \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n[02:58.68] It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n[03:01.34] Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n[03:03.02] Yet you keep comin' back for more\n[03:04.72] Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n[03:07.28] Bitch, suck my dick!\n[03:08.47] Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n[03:10.94] So you formed your verdict\n[03:11.76] While you sat with your arms crossed\n[03:13.25] Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n[03:15.94] Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n[03:17.80] Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n[03:19.06] But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n[03:22.11] Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n[03:25.57] Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n[03:27.43] But if I look strange and outta place\n[03:29.18] It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page 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talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n[04:36.63] Where's your content at?\n[04:37.57] What's with all the conscious rap?\n[04:38.55] P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n[04:40.19] I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n[04:41.82] 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n[04:43.87] Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n[04:45.38] To the body bag, I'll be back\n[04:46.75] And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n[04:48.66] Like Chloraseptic\n[04:49.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chloraseptic - Remix\n artist: Eminem, 2 Chainz, PHresher\n album: Chloraseptic (feat. 2 Chainz & Phresher) [Remix]\n duration_ms: 301000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 2 Chainz!\n start_ms: 490\n end_ms: 1000\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 1000\n end_ms: 2430\n- text: Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\n start_ms: 2430\n end_ms: 5560\n- text: It's the return of the body snatcher\n start_ms: 5560\n end_ms: 6960\n- text: Walk 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Why can''t you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)'\n start_ms: 174270\n end_ms: 177050\n- text: '\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)'\n start_ms: 177050\n end_ms: 178680\n- text: It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n start_ms: 178680\n end_ms: 181340\n- text: Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n start_ms: 181340\n end_ms: 183020\n- text: Yet you keep comin' back for more\n start_ms: 183020\n end_ms: 184720\n- text: Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n start_ms: 184720\n end_ms: 187280\n- text: Bitch, suck my dick!\n start_ms: 187280\n end_ms: 188470\n- text: Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n start_ms: 188470\n end_ms: 190940\n- text: So you formed your verdict\n start_ms: 190940\n end_ms: 191760\n- text: While you sat with your arms crossed\n start_ms: 191760\n end_ms: 193250\n- text: Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n start_ms: 193250\n end_ms: 195940\n- text: Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost 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course\n I drove some rims to court\n I fucked some twins before\n I had a Benz before, this is the sin report\n\n This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)\n Your money shorter than an acronym (ayy)\n Big body when I'm backin' in (woo!)\n Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies\n Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (woo!)\n I'm on the Act' again, uh\n This ain't a accident, uh\n King like Ak-Ron\n\n I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)\n Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)\n Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car\n Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR\n F12 same color Kate Moss\n Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot\n I'm talkin' this and you not\n I'm talkin' bricks and you not\n I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock\n This is the equinox, this what the people want\n Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh\n\n I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n Do me a favor, don't do me no favors\n These bitches got flavors\n They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor\n But they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers\n Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers\n They fly on the latest\n Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters\n Pardon my neighbor\n We eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes\n\n You must be sniffin' that yayo\n If you don't think I'm that nigga\n Swagger on ten since a day old\n It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo\n Every track is a K.O., technical K.O.\n Go off your head like I'm Ayo\n Out of this world, talkin' NATO\n It's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole\n 'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)\n\n Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues\n Real nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)\n High school, niggas ate yo' food\n Might dumb it down a 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n Yet you keep comin' back for more\n\n Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n Bitch, suck my dick!\n Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n So you formed your verdict\n While you sat with your arms crossed\n Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\n But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n But if I look strange and outta place\n It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\n From 7 Mile in Novara\n To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n\n This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\n How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n But what the fuck have I woke to?\n\n Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n\n You just called my shit trash?\n Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n \"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n Where's your content at?\n What's with all the conscious rap?\n P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n\n I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n To the body bag, I'll be back\n And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n\n Like Chloraseptic\n"},{"id":1031321,"name":"Chloraseptic - Remix","trackName":"Chloraseptic - Remix","artistName":"Eminem feat. 2 Chainz & Phresher","albumName":"Chloraseptic (feat. 2 Chainz & Phresher) [Remix]","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2 Chainz!\nYeah, yeah\n\nTake 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle\nIt's the return of the body snatcher\nWalk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo)\nIn a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple\nPull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar\nAnd my girl eatin' a candy apple\n\nYeah (mm), I line their ass up (up)\nI aim at their Cruiser (baow!)\nAll of these stones on my neck, uh\nThey must have looked at Medusa\nPockets Rasputia of course\nI drove some rims to court\nI fucked some twins before\nI had a Benz before, this is the sin report\n\nThis is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)\nYour money shorter than an acronym (ayy)\nBig body when I'm backin' in (woo!)\nLadi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies\nNiggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (woo!)\nI'm on the Act' again, uh\nThis ain't a accident, uh\nKing like Ak-Ron\n\nI run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)\nNever Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)\nFerris day off, baby, AR in the same car\nMost of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR\nF12 same color Kate Moss\nUh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot\nI'm talkin' this and you not\nI'm talkin' bricks and you not\nI'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock\nThis is the equinox, this what the people want\nSomebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh\n\nI'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nDo me a favor, don't do me no favors\nThese bitches got flavors\nThey all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor\nBut they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers\nAct Hollywood like they play for the Lakers\nThey fly on the latest\nCrocs, alligators, say hi to my haters\nPardon my neighbor\nWe eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes\n\nYou must be sniffin' that yayo\nIf you don't think I'm that nigga\nSwagger on ten since a day old\nIt's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo\nEvery track is a K.O., technical K.O.\nGo off your head like I'm Ayo\nOut of this world, talkin' NATO\nIt's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole\n'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)\n\nWanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues\nReal nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)\nHigh school, niggas ate yo' food\nMight dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)\nNiggas hate every day, B (yeah)\nShit is O.C. lately (yeah)\nGotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\nOr I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n\nThese niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\nDon't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\nLil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\nBut I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\nNothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\nI feel entitled to titles (to titles)\nFuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\nSubmission, they goin' all viral\n\n'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n\nBin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\nI begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\nAli or the Svengali embodiment of sin\nLike a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\nIn the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent\nAnd I would not even relent up on a little\nLike Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle\nOf the Pentagon and hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)\n\nBack and forth, back and forth\nLike Jack Kevorkian's ass to court\n\"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n\"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\nIt's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\nSomething's gotta give, that's for sure\nYet you keep comin' back for more\n\nNot as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\nBitch, suck my dick!\nY'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\nSo you formed your verdict\nWhile you sat with your arms crossed\nDid your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\nNah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\nYour fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\nBut nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\nBrain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\nReal pain in the paper, I don't trace\nBut if I look strange and outta place\nIt's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\nFrom 7 Mile in Novara\nTo \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\nWe shot for the stars (yeah!)\n'Cause we only got so much time in 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course\n I drove some rims to court\n I fucked some twins before\n I had a Benz before, this is the sin report\n\n This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (uh)\n Your money shorter than an acronym (ayy)\n Big body when I'm backin' in (woo!)\n Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies\n Niggas fakin', niggas human traffickin' (woo!)\n I'm on the Act' again, uh\n This ain't a accident, uh\n King like Ak-Ron\n\n I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)\n Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)\n Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car\n Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR\n F12 same color Kate Moss\n Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot\n I'm talkin' this and you not\n I'm talkin' bricks and you not\n I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock\n This is the equinox, this what the people want\n Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh\n\n I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n Do me a favor, don't do me no favors\n These bitches got flavors\n They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor\n But they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasers\n Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers\n They fly on the latest\n Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters\n Pardon my neighbor\n We eatin' that chicken, lobster, potatoes\n\n You must be sniffin' that yayo\n If you don't think I'm that nigga\n Swagger on ten since a day old\n It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo\n Every track is a K.O., technical K.O.\n Go off your head like I'm Ayo\n Out of this world, talkin' NATO\n It's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole\n 'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)\n\n Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues\n Real nigga, you ain't break no rules (hell yeah!)\n High school, niggas ate yo' food\n Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (hell yeah!)\n Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)\n Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)\n Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)\n Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)\n\n These niggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)\n Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)\n Lil' shawty now comin' from BK (BK)\n But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)\n Nothin' but love from my heart (love from my heart)\n I feel entitled to titles (to titles)\n Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)\n Submission, they goin' all viral\n\n 'Cause I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)\n\n Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again\n I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been\n Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin\n Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event\n In the lobby of the 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Why can't you be like Macklemore?\" (huh?)\n \"Why you always gotta smack a whore?\" (huh?)\n It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (huh?)\n Something's gotta give, that's for sure\n Yet you keep comin' back for more\n\n Not as raw as I was, \"'Walk On Water' sucks\"\n Bitch, suck my dick!\n Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it\n So you formed your verdict\n While you sat with your arms crossed\n Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)\n Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?\n Your fuckin' marbles are gone (wait, Em!)\n\n But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)\n Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate\n Real pain in the paper, I don't trace\n But if I look strange and outta place\n It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (duh)\n\n From 7 Mile in Novara\n To \"How can I be down?\", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)\n We shot for the stars (yeah!)\n 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)\n So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before\n If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)\n Now I'm 'bout to fool again\n\n This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit\n A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip\n And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick\n If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in\n I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint\n Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed\n Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)\n\n How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?\n Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked\n And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit\n But am I supposed to sound like everything else out?\n 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now\n And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down\n But the only way I care is if I let myself down\n But what the fuck have I woke to?\n\n Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools\n I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?\n Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open\n Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you\n So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you\n Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically\n Cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you\n\n You just called my shit trash?\n Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked\n \"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track\n And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap\n Where's your content at?\n What's with all the conscious rap?\n P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that\" (yeah!)\n\n I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack\n 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em\n Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac\n To the body bag, I'll be back\n And when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like\n\n Like Chloraseptic\n"},{"id":28498836,"name":"Chloraseptic (feat. 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Like a real thin joint, it\nWhat? Comes on Quilted Northern\nAnd what? In a built-in toilet\nYeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n\nI wouldn't heal with ointment\nWay I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\nShould write a children's storybook (yeah)\nMillion voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\nAnd some real enjoyment\nOff what? Off the feel of going in\nLike? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\nLike she thinks I'm dumb\nGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n'Til I feel anointed\nShe makes iller noises\nWhen she's with me, must be from the Windy City\nPretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n\n'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\nDick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\nWould you? I go there, you wouldn't?\nWell, I still have a few views, and comment on you\nJust not YouTube, 'cause\n\nI'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nYou're a has-been\nThat has been the case since back when\nYou last went and threw your hat in the race\nYou've been trash\nStick your raps in the trash bin\nOr end up in my next rhyme\nYou're a fuckboy, so next time\nThere's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\nWith a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!\n\nNow watch me set it like correct time\nAll you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time\nI clock rejects into the next line\nTalkin' reckless, that is just my\nStrongest suit, but you can get my\nColumbian neck tie\nProstitute just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\nWhy you hitching at night?\nI put an end to your life (sex crime)\nKidding aside, insidious vibe\nGirl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\nBut all you're getting is bribe\nEnding your life to try to get you inside\nThen we gon' end up spending the night\nAnd I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n\nWhat kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\nFinds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her\nUp, binds up, cuts, slices her twice\nBut the muff diver must just like it rough\nFuck right in her vagina, blood\nFlies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh\nMusic, please\nEnthusi', instead of roofie\nGoal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi\nAnd have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi\nBut I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\nGlued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\nI'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G\n\nNo diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share\nBesides the fact we breathe air\nHappily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried\nThe hatchet and patched it up\nNow I'm back to ratchet up my attack\nAnd I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n\nChloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Instinctive nature\n[00:01.41] To bring the anguish (yeah) to the English language\n[00:04.06] With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper\n[00:07.65] This rap shit got me travelin' place\n[00:09.67] To place, you barely leave your house\n[00:11.82] 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\n[00:14.95] Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out\n[00:19.23] Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\n[00:22.32] Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat\n[00:25.04] It inside your mouth, go \"HRUHHH\"\n[00:27.30] That's what it's like when the mic is out\n[00:29.00] 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh for dead\n[00:30.81] 'Til your larynx and neck are split\n[00:32.62] With these lyrics, weapons expert with\n[00:34.53] Like hair extensions, extra clips\n[00:36.39] And you're scared to effin' death of it\n[00:38.18] Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that\n[00:39.98] In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt ripped\n[00:41.85] And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher\n[00:44.50] Electric, swear on every record, bitch\n[00:46.43] Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip\n[00:49.14] Like a barometric pressure switch\n[00:52.06] Carin' less who I offend with this\n[00:53.79] I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n[00:55.78] Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch\n[00:56.80] I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n[01:00.39] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[01:04.06] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[01:07.74] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[01:12.49] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[01:15.69] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[01:19.23] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[01:22.70] And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n[01:26.56] Somethin' to chew\n[01:27.99] Yeah, uh\n[01:30.17] And still conjoined at the hip with hop\n[01:32.49] Still on point and poignant\n[01:34.14] Skilled as Floyd is\n[01:35.50] And it's filled and still no filter, boy\n[01:37.41] I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n[01:40.39] You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n[01:42.01] I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n[01:44.62] Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n[01:46.90] Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n[01:49.93] Like what? Like a real thin joint, it\n[01:51.55] What? Comes on Quilted Northern\n[01:53.40] And what? In a built-in toilet\n[01:55.12] Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n[01:57.12] I wouldn't heal with ointment\n[01:59.05] Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\n[02:00.52] Should write a children's storybook (yeah)\n[02:02.96] Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\n[02:06.40] And some real enjoyment\n[02:07.79] Off what? Off the feel of going in\n[02:09.46] Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n[02:11.68] Like she thinks I'm dumb\n[02:13.09] Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n[02:17.15] 'Til I feel anointed\n[02:19.04] She makes iller noises\n[02:20.54] When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n[02:23.14] Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n[02:26.04] 'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\n[02:29.38] Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\n[02:32.04] Would you? 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Like a real thin joint, it\nWhat? Comes on Quilted Northern\nAnd what? In a built-in toilet\nYeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n\nI wouldn't heal with ointment\nWay I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\nShould write a children's storybook (yeah)\nMillion voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\nAnd some real enjoyment\nOff what? Off the feel of going in\nLike? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\nLike she thinks I'm dumb\nGrabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n'Til I feel anointed\nShe makes iller noises\nWhen she's with me, must be from the Windy City\nPretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n\n'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\nDick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\nWould you? I go there, you wouldn't?\nWell, I still have a few views, and comment on you\nJust not YouTube, 'cause\n\nI'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nYou're a has-been\nThat has been the case since back when\nYou last went and threw your hat in the race\nYou've been trash\nStick your raps in the trash bin\nOr end up in my next rhyme\nYou're a fuckboy, so next time\nThere's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\nWith a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!\n\nNow watch me set it like correct time\nAll you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time\nI clock rejects into the next line\nTalkin' reckless, that is just my\nStrongest suit, but you can get my\nColumbian neck tie\nProstitute just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\nWhy you hitching at night?\nI put an end to your life (sex crime)\nKidding aside, insidious vibe\nGirl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\nBut all you're getting is bribe\nEnding your life to try to get you inside\nThen we gon' end up spending the night\nAnd I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n\nWhat kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\nFinds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her\nUp, binds up, cuts, slices her twice\nBut the muff diver must just like it rough\nFuck right in her vagina, blood\nFlies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh\nMusic, please\nEnthusi', instead of roofie\nGoal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi\nAnd have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi\nBut I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\nGlued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\nI'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G\n\nNo diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share\nBesides the fact we breathe air\nHappily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried\nThe hatchet and patched it up\nNow I'm back to ratchet up my attack\nAnd I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n\nChloraseptic, 'septic\nAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\nThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\nI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\nAnd I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\nAll at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\nMy appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\nAnd all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\nSomethin' to chew","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Instinctive nature\n[00:01.43] To bring the anguish (yeah) to the English language\n[00:04.04] With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper\n[00:07.67] This rap shit got me travelin' place\n[00:09.66] To place, you barely leave your house\n[00:11.89] 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\n[00:14.98] Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out\n[00:19.23] Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\n[00:22.36] Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat\n[00:25.00] It inside your mouth, go \"HRUHHH\"\n[00:27.37] That's what it's like when the mic is out\n[00:29.08] 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh for dead\n[00:30.81] 'Til your larynx and neck are split\n[00:32.67] With these lyrics, weapons expert with\n[00:34.50] Like hair extensions, extra clips\n[00:36.35] And you're scared to effin' death of it\n[00:38.14] Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that\n[00:39.96] In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt ripped\n[00:41.87] And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher\n[00:44.57] Electric, swear on every record, bitch\n[00:46.44] Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip\n[00:49.17] Like a barometric pressure switch\n[00:52.07] Carin' less who I offend with this\n[00:53.78] I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n[00:55.73] Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch\n[00:56.83] I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n[01:00.38] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[01:04.06] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[01:07.72] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[01:12.47] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[01:15.62] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[01:19.26] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[01:22.70] And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n[01:26.57] Somethin' to chew\n[01:27.93] Yeah, uh\n[01:30.16] And still conjoined at the hip with hop\n[01:32.46] Still on point and poignant\n[01:34.11] Skilled as Floyd is\n[01:35.59] And it's filled and still no filter, boy\n[01:37.43] I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n[01:40.32] You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n[01:42.07] I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n[01:44.62] Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n[01:46.93] Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n[01:49.94] Like what? Like a real thin joint, it\n[01:51.53] What? Comes on Quilted Northern\n[01:53.49] And what? In a built-in toilet\n[01:55.19] Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n[01:57.19] I wouldn't heal with ointment\n[01:59.06] Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\n[02:00.56] Should write a children's storybook (yeah)\n[02:02.93] Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\n[02:06.44] And some real enjoyment\n[02:07.74] Off what? Off the feel of going in\n[02:09.43] Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n[02:11.67] Like she thinks I'm dumb\n[02:13.08] Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n[02:17.10] 'Til I feel anointed\n[02:19.04] She makes iller noises\n[02:20.50] When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n[02:23.17] Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n[02:26.06] 'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\n[02:29.37] Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\n[02:32.07] Would you? I go there, you wouldn't?\n[02:34.64] Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you\n[02:37.31] Just not YouTube, 'cause\n[02:38.93] I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n[02:42.30] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[02:45.92] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[02:49.63] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[02:54.24] You're a has-been\n[02:55.64] That has been the case since back when\n[02:57.31] You last went and threw your hat in the race\n[02:59.26] You've been trash\n[03:00.38] Stick your raps in the trash bin\n[03:02.16] Or end up in my next rhyme\n[03:03.79] You're a fuckboy, so next time\n[03:05.57] There's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n[03:07.35] With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!\n[03:09.88] Now watch me set it like correct time\n[03:12.14] All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time\n[03:14.32] I clock rejects into the next line\n[03:17.32] Talkin' reckless, that is just my\n[03:19.58] Strongest suit, but you can get my\n[03:21.07] Columbian neck tie\n[03:22.34] Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n[03:24.66] Why you hitching at night?\n[03:26.15] I put an end to your life (sex crime)\n[03:28.34] Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n[03:30.10] Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n[03:32.16] But all you're getting is bribe\n[03:33.21] Ending your life to try to get you inside\n[03:35.17] Then we gon' end up spending the night\n[03:36.43] And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n[03:38.88] What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n[03:41.11] Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her\n[03:43.44] Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice\n[03:45.42] But the muff diver must just like it rough\n[03:47.31] Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n[03:49.76] Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh\n[03:52.56] Music, please\n[03:54.05] Enthusi', instead of roofie\n[03:55.21] Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi\n[03:57.37] And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi\n[03:59.92] But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n[04:03.09] Glued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n[04:05.63] I'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G\n[04:08.32] No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share\n[04:12.57] Besides the fact we breathe air\n[04:14.59] Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n[04:17.60] The hatchet and patched it up\n[04:18.51] Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n[04:20.22] And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n[04:21.72] Chloraseptic, 'septic\n[04:24.00] And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n[04:27.89] This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n[04:31.47] I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n[04:35.76] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n[04:39.24] All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n[04:43.11] My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n[04:46.57] And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n[04:50.21] Somethin' to chew\n[04:50.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Eminem feat. 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text: 'And '\n start_ms: 286540\n - text: 'all '\n start_ms: 286830\n - text: 'at '\n start_ms: 286896\n - text: 'once '\n start_ms: 286962\n - text: 'just '\n start_ms: 287028\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 287193\n - text: 'have '\n start_ms: 287459\n - text: 'somethin'' '\n start_ms: 287720\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 287975\n - text: 'chew, '\n start_ms: 288484\n - text: 'somethin'' '\n start_ms: 288992\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 289182\n - text: chew\n start_ms: 289310\n- text: Somethin' to chew\n start_ms: 290210\n end_ms: 290722\n words:\n - text: 'Somethin'' '\n start_ms: 290210\n - text: 'to '\n start_ms: 290552\n - text: chew\n start_ms: 290722\nplain: |-\n Instinctive nature\n To bring the anguish (yeah) to the English language\n With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper\n This rap shit got me travelin' place\n To place, you barely leave your house\n 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary\n Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out\n Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook\n Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat\n It inside your mouth, go \"HRUHHH\"\n That's what it's like when the mic is out\n\n 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh for dead\n 'Til your larynx and neck are split\n With these lyrics, weapons expert with\n Like hair extensions, extra clips\n And you're scared to effin' death of it\n Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that\n In a pair of Sketchers, sweatshirt ripped\n And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher\n Electric, swear on every record, bitch\n Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip\n Like a barometric pressure switch\n Carin' less who I offend with this\n I'm at your neck like Pez dispense\n Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch\n\n I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n Somethin' to chew\n\n Yeah, uh\n And still conjoined at the hip with hop\n Still on point and poignant\n Skilled as Floyd is\n And it's filled and still no filter, boy\n I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy\n You still ain't in the buildin', boy\n I will destroy shit, even as I build it\n Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison\n Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it\n Like what? Like a real thin joint, it\n What? Comes on Quilted Northern\n And what? In a built-in toilet\n Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)\n\n I wouldn't heal with ointment\n Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails\n Should write a children's storybook (yeah)\n Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill\n And some real enjoyment\n Off what? Off the feel of going in\n Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain\n Like she thinks I'm dumb\n Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come\n 'Til I feel anointed\n She makes iller noises\n When she's with me, must be from the Windy City\n Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me\n\n 'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo!\n Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins\n Would you? I go there, you wouldn't?\n Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you\n Just not YouTube, 'cause\n\n I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n You're a has-been\n That has been the case since back when\n You last went and threw your hat in the race\n You've been trash\n Stick your raps in the trash bin\n Or end up in my next rhyme\n You're a fuckboy, so next time\n There's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant\n With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!\n\n Now watch me set it like correct time\n All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time\n I clock rejects into the next line\n Talkin' reckless, that is just my\n Strongest suit, but you can get my\n Columbian neck tie\n Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and let's ride\n Why you hitching at night?\n I put an end to your life (sex crime)\n Kidding aside, insidious vibe\n Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes\n But all you're getting is bribe\n Ending your life to try to get you inside\n Then we gon' end up spending the night\n And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe\n\n What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck\n Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her\n Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice\n But the muff diver must just like it rough\n Fuck right in her vagina, blood\n Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh\n Music, please\n Enthusi', instead of roofie\n Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi\n And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi\n But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen\n Glued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG\n I'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G\n\n No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share\n Besides the fact we breathe air\n Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried\n The hatchet and patched it up\n Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack\n And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like\n\n Chloraseptic, 'septic\n And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with\n This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit\n I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah\n\n And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you\n All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?\n My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose\n And all at once just to have somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew\n Somethin' to chew\n"}]