Walkthrough

[Verse 1: GRIP]

Look, I can walk you through the depths of hell

Where vets rejects elect to sell

Keep Tecs to protect your tail, don't respect the mail (Male)

The blaze a separate trail, because, uh, they was inept 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 the zombies a fix

This bass to your face from a spеaker 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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: 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've been through (Yeah)

So as my residuals grew, I remembered those kids who were cruel

Same individuals at Elizabeth Little and essentially used them as the fuel

Who would've knew what the pencil could do, though, so mentally screwed

They said, "Marshall, you're either gonna wind up dead or in the penitentiary

'Cause eventually you'll end up clenchin' 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, you hear the beat on this

Which makes me only think of demonic shit (What?)

I was knockin' at death's door (Yep), I fuckin' ding-dong ditched it

Yeah, and I don't do that sing-song bitch shit

And I don't use Auto-Tune, 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 it

Send the 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's to the wall as 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're gonna 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're pushin' up daisies

And that's about all your ashes earn (Urn)

• Artist:GRIP
• Album:I Died For This!? (2021)