[GRIP]
Look, I can walk you through the depth of hell
Where vets rejects elect the cell
Keep extra protect your tail, don't respect the mail
The blaze a separate trail, because, uh, they wasn't napped as well
Inherited they debt, we set to fail, please reset the scale
Niggas clappin' on Saturday, but we ain't see SNL
No comedy skits, just llamas and sticks and drama and shit
Baby mamas and jits, piranhas in pits, and brought up the bitch
Honestly, it's only right I gеt a zombie as a fix
This bass to your face from a speakеr make you a tweaker
I laced it with ether
It'll take you a week to bounce back off one hit of this
Niggas is clitoris, way too frivolous
This is far more dire, the bars is hardcore like parkour with barbed wire
GRIP is the dark horse that spark wars and start fires
Holdin' one on a par of four, we're hirin' your supplier
Tour guy for hire, poor guy, he's tired
Cut him some slack, he's strapped wrapped to his back
[GRIP]
Back to the wall and they all against me
Love my momma, but there's cash to earn
I was hopin' maybe we could borrow the Bentley
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
Fully planned the script but your side's empty
'Cause you chose to rap for your favorite girl
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
Back to the wall and they all against me
Love my momma, but there's cash to earn
I was hopin' maybe we could borrow the Bentley
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
Fully planned the script but your side's empty
'Cause you chose to rap for your favorite girl
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
[Eminem]
Yeah
Sometimes I wonder really what did my closed head injury do
I'm literally missin' a screw, but it seems like my memory's too vivid to forget the shit I been through (Yeah)
So as my residuals grew, I remember those kids that were cruel
Same individuals at Elizabeth Little
And I essentially used them as the fuel
Who would've knew what a pencil could do, those so mentally screwed
They said "Marshall, you're either gonna wind up dead or in a penitentiary
'Cause eventually you'll end up clinchin' a tool
And come back 'vengefully to shoot them bullies who clowned you in elementary school"
Yeah, my head, something's wrong with it (Yeah)
But that makes me me, I'm different (Yup)
That lyrical phenom misfit
Since I was a bleach blonde who hear the beat hung
This bitch makes me only think of demonic shit
I was knockin' on death's door, I fucking ding-dong ditched it
Yeah, and I don't do that sing-song bitch shit
And I don't use autotune, all I do is spit, and this shit just bothers you
Call it quits bitch, impossible
My pen just popped your thought-balloon
You dipshits know how I'ma do is
Send a motherfucking beat to the trauma-unit
Yeah, Shady Records
Look at all these squad killers we brought with us
Juggernauts and godzillas, you don't rock with us you're off of your rockers
Bitch, back to the wall
Is it always, is why I'm not talkin' about wallets and knots
When I say that the wall it is not against
It's more like the cross
Look at how far this is past you
Regardless you want me to reach a fuckin' bar that does not exist
No pun intended, but GRIP, hold on to this moment
'Cause soon as you reach the top, they gon' want you to fall from it
So you better grab your seatbelt
Like I did mine, and fasten yours
Like a motherfucking plane-crash passenger
'Cause one day you'll be crashing back to earth
And if you don't ever stop to smell the roses
I do know one thing, that's for sure
You don't get your flowers 'til you pushin' up daisies
And that's about all your ashes earn
[GRIP]
Back to the wall and they all against me
Love my momma, but there's cash to earn
I was hopin' maybe we could borrow the Bentley
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
Fully planned the script but your side's empty
'Cause you chose to rap for your favorite girl
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
Back to the wall and they all against me
Love my momma, but there's cash to earn
I was hopin' maybe we could borrow the Bentley
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
Fully planned the script but your side's empty
'Cause you chose to rap for your favorite girl
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
Could've fooled me, can't save the world
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