Текст песни Chloraseptic (Eminem) с переводом

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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!

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

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

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 YouTube, '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

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—

—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

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