Eminem - Chloraseptic (Instrumental) 

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Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (Yeah) To the English language With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper This rap shit got me travelin' place to place You barely leave your house 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat Hook it inside your mouth, go-hruh That's what it's like when the mic is out 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it 'Til your larynx and neck are split With these lyrics, weapons, expert with Like hair extensions, extra clips And you're scared to effin' death of it Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped And hoodie black, should be strapped To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip Like a barometric pressure switch Carin' less who I offend with this I'm at your neck like Pez dispense Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch! Chorus: PHresher] I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with it, 'plex with it This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah [Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do? My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew [Verse 2: Eminem] Yeah, uh (Haha), and still conjoined at The hip with hop, still on point and poignant Skilled as Floyd is In this field, and still no filter, boy I'll put you in your place (Yeah) like a realtor, boy You still ain't in the buildin', boy I will destroy shit, even as I build it Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it (Like what?) Like a real thin joint it (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern (And what?) In a built-in toilet (Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (Woof) I wouldn't heal with ointment Way I'm kickin' these fairies' tails Should write a children's storybook (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Million voices in my head But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment (Off what?) Off the feel of going in (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain Like she thinks I'm dumb Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come 'Til I feel anointed She makes iller noises When she's with me, must be from the Windy City, uh Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me 'Cause I conned her into Rippin' the condom in two (Woo!) Dick is a bargainin' tool Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude I go there, you wouldn't Well, I still have a few views in common with you Just not RU-vid, 'cause… I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with it, 'plex with it This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah [Verse 3: Eminem] You're a has-been That has been the case since back when You last went and threw your hat in the race You've been trash (Bitch!) Stick your raps in the trash bin Or end up in my next rhyme You're a fuckboy, so next time It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (Yeah!) Now watch me set it like correct time All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I Clock rejects into the next life Talking reckless, but it's just my Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride Why you hitching at night? I put an end to your life, sex crime Kidding aside, insidious vibe Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes But all you're getting is bribed Any old lie to try to get you inside Then we gon' end up spending the night And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up Binds up, cuts, slices her twice? But the muff diver must just like it rough Fuck right in her vagina, blood Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh (Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee! No diss there, just notice there Are no similarities that we share Besides the fact we breathe air Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried The hatchet and patched it up Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like-

How much is a lease for this beat just curious

Can you make a tutorial on how you made this?

Here’s some bars but I don’t consent to them being used since they are already copyrighted. The last couple of years have brought out the darkness from within. I wrote a plethora of diss tracks towards people and committed an unforgivable sin. In my defense I was going through a rough time which still doesn’t make it right so now I’m seeking forgiveness from the Holy Ghost since I was wrong and did it while the devil bore a grin. I admit that they were awful mistakes to commit in the first place but if I was to tell a shrink what I did then he would have me sent to a looney bin. He’d most likely be like ‘’Ryan Nichols come again?’’ He would also say “ Young man you’re so fucking insane for doing that;I want you to put your focus on other hobbies that doesn’t make you do such things since you’re just really upset that you got dumped months ago so I suggest learning to play the mandolin.” “ I would also say if you were old enough then just chill the fuck out, have a smoke and sip from a glass of tonic and gin.” “ Here’s the thing doc, I don’t want to drink, I don’t want to smoke since I’m most likely the healthiest 19 year old that you’ve ever met so no thanks on those couple of things, I’d rather go to a farm and just peel off some potato skin.” “ Why would I want to do those things that could turn into some serious habits that would be hard to kick and besides they would make me lose and not win?”

CHLORASEPTIC LYRICS [Verse 1: Eminem] Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah) To the English language With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper This rap shit got me travelin' place to place You barely leave your house 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat Hook it inside your mouth, go-hruh That's what it's like when the mic is out 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it 'Til your larynx and neck are split With these lyrics, weapons, expert with Like hair extensions, extra clips And you're scared to effin' death of it Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped And hoodie black, should be strapped To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip Like a barometric pressure switch Carin' less who I offend with this I'm at your neck like Pez dispense Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch! [Chorus: PHresher] I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah [Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do? My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew [Verse 2: Eminem] Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at The hip with hop, still on point and poignant Skilled as Floyd is In this field, and still no filter, boy I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy You still ain't in the buildin', boy I will destroy shit, even as I build it Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it (Like what?) Like a real thin joint it (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern (And what?) In a built-in toilet (Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof) I wouldn't heal with ointment Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah) Million voices in my head But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment (Off what?) Off the feel of going in (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain Like she thinks I'm dumb Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come 'Til I feel anointed She makes iller noises When she's with me, must be from the Windy City Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me 'Cause I conned her into Rippin' the condom in two (woo!) Dick is a bargainin' tool Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude I go there, you wouldn't Well, I still have a few views in common with you Just not RU-vid, 'cause… [Chorus: PHresher] I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!) [Verse 3: Eminem] You're a has-been That has been the case since back when You last went and threw your hat in the race You've been trash (bitch!) Stick your raps in the trash bin Or end up in my next rhyme You're a fuckboy, so next time It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!) Now watch me set it like correct time All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I Clock rejects into the next life Talking reckless, but it's just my Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride Why you hitching at night? I put an end to your life, sex crime Kidding aside, insidious vibe Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes But all you're getting is bribed Any old lie to try to get you inside Then we gon' end up spending the night And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up Binds up, cuts, slices her twice? But the muff diver must just like it rough Fuck right in her vagina, blood Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh (Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee! No diss there, just notice there Are no similarities that we share Besides the fact we breathe air Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried The hatchet and patched it up Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like… [Chorus: PHresher] Chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah [Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher] And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do? My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew

How do i use this legally, like fair use?

Im chucking grenades at my brain because when I overthink I make explosive rain covered in blood looking deranged and disappear without a trace, anyone on the thrown is getting over thrown I’m taking over the whole game, like I’m about to slaughter everyone with chain saw as I’m destroying competitors on the microphone, one bullet at its game over, come closer I’ll give you closure fighting in close quarters as this war continues running through the motions, leave your wound open for the roaches to start poaching, I ain’t letting up I’m relentless no exception so you can attempt to escape but it’s too late, my minds already infected as the devils dissecting my memories like tsunami wave just washed out my brain.

Marshall Mathers

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