| Look, I can walk you through the depths of hell where vexed rejects elect to
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| sell
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| Keep TECs to protect your tail
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| No respected male to blaze a separate trail 'cause, uh, they was inept as well
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| Inherited they debt, we set to fail, please reset the scale
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| Niggas clappin' on Saturday, but we ain’t see SNL
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| No comedy skits, just llamas and sticks and drama and shit
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| Baby mamas and jits, piranhas and pits, and product to pitch
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| Honestly, it’s only right I give the zombies a fix
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| This bass to your fac from a speaker make you a twaker
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| I laced it with ether
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| It’ll take you a week to
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| Bounce back off one hit of this
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| Niggas is clitoris, way too frivolous
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| This is far more dire
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| The bars is hardcore like parkour with barbed wire
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| GRIP is the dark horse that spark wars and start fires
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| Hole in one on a par of four or higher, and your supplier
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| Tour guide for hire, poor guy, he’s tired
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| Cut him some slack, he’s strapped, rap to his back
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| Back to the wall and they all against me
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| Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn
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| I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually
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| If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
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| Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty
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| 'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Back to the wall and they all against me
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| Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn
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| I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually
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| If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
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| Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty
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| 'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Yeah
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| Sometimes I wonder, really, what did my closed head injury do?
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| I’m literally missin' a screw, but it seems like my memory’s too vivid to
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| forget the shit I’ve been through (Yeah)
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| So as my residuals grew, I remembered those kids who were cruel
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| Same individuals at Elizabeth Little and essentially used them as the fuel
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| Who would’ve knew what a pencil could do though, so mentally screwed
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| They said, «Marshall, you’re either gonna wind up dead or in the penitentiary
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| 'Cause eventually you’ll end up clenchin' a tool
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| And come back vengefully to shoot them bullies who clowned you in elementary
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| school»
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| Yeah, my head, something’s wrong with it (Yeah)
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| But that makes me me, I’m different (Yup)
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| That lyrical phenom misfit
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| Since I was a bleach blond, you hear the beat on this
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| Which makes me only think of demonic shit (What?)
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| I was knockin' at death’s door (Yep), I fuckin' ding-dong ditched it (Haha,
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| yeah)
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| Yeah, and I don’t do that sing-song bitch shit (Yeah)
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| And I don’t use Auto-Tune, all I do is spit, and this shit just bothers you
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| Call it quits, bitch, impossible
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| My pen just popped your thought balloon
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| You dipshits know how I’ma do it
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| Send the motherfucking beat to the trauma-unit
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| Yeah, Shady Records, look at all these squad killers we brought with us
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| Juggernauts and Godzillas, you don’t rock with us, you’re off of your rockers
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| Bitch, back’s to the wall as it always is
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| Why I’m not talkin' about wallets and knots
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| When I say that the wall it is not against
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| It’s more like the cross (Cross), look at how far this is past you
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| Regardless, you want me to reach a fuckin' bar that does not exist
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| No pun intended, but GRIP, hold on to this moment
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| 'Cause soon as you reach the top, they’re gonna want you to fall from it (Yeah)
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| So you better grab your seatbelt like I did mine, and fasten yours
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| Like a motherfucking plane-crash passenger
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| 'Cause one day, you’ll be crashing back to Earth
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| And if you don’t ever stop to smell the roses
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| I do know one thing, that’s for sure
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| You don’t get your flowers 'til you’re pushin' up daisies (No)
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| And that’s about all your ashes earn
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| Back to the wall and they all against me
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| Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn
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| I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually
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| If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
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| Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty
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| 'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Back to the wall and they all against me
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| Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn
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| I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually
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| If only one time 'fore we crash and burn
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| Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty
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| 'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world
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| Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |