[Verse 1: TeWo]

(Aight, I got a Grim Adventure for y’all)

Mind, body and soul cleansed

All 3’s seem to be in order

Waking up on my day off, I think I need a quarter

To chill, ‘cause the weight of the world is getting heavy

My destiny starts to unfurl, as if I’m ready?

But I take it day by day and lay awake plotting my great escape

Tellin’ myself inside me is the key to take the chains away

Like I’m pickin’ locks for a livin’, to keep on livin’

While livin’ within restrictions of social etiquette’s limits

I’m tapping into frequencies some people see as wrong

But I guess that’s reassurance it’s a place they don’t belong

So I hop into my car, Cecilia’s still movin’

It’s a kinda shaky ride and she takes a little maneuverin’

But I’m used to it

First, second, then third gear

On to fourth and fifth, now I’m using my knee to steer

With a beer in one hand, and a stog in the other

That’s the type of shit I do when I’m not rolling with my mother

I shift and flip off any surrounding cars, going around and pass ‘em

Soon I realized I was on the road to the Mouth of Madness

South of tragedy and north of stardom

Somewhere in the middle

With a fistful of dollars and hollow bullets in my pistol

My GPS says 50 minutes away

In the droning robot voice that I programmed to say

Don’t forget you’re on a mission, but the mission could be dangerous

Good thing the chain around my neck contains an amethyst

I start to near the mouth and see the darkness in the clouds

I meet my first demon called the Harbinger of Doubt

“You better turn around, there’s nothing here for you

And stronger men have perished in the land that stands before you”

I ignore it, its words are no importance

I’m far more than prepared, in this realm I am no tourist

The course is getting treacherous, I keep my wits about me

Unholy representations of the seven sins around me

Still I gotta get my bounty

I got 3/4s a tank, and firearms with silver bullets blessed up by the holy ranks

Right before the mouth is when I met my next devil freak

I green and yellow-bellied imp called Jealousy, who’s tellin’ me

I don’t have what I could have, planting thoughts inside me willingly

Until I popped him in his head and now his blood is spilling free

I crept towards the mouth at a very slow speed

And saw a pair of lips and some very old teeth

It spoke in tongues to me as I entered, and it salivated

Despite the fact that my whip started pallet scraping

Past the uvula and down the throat to the stomach

Then I saw the embodiment of over consumption

A disgusting monolith of a man who didn’t have a pulse

Surrounded by empty pill bottles, accidental overdose

With thousands of cigarette butts and cans of coke around his coffin

And lungs as grey as ashes, it’s no wonder he died coughin’

My GPS chimes in, it’s about 33 minutes till I’m there

I spy a succubus with black eyes and silken hair

Man, I’ve been through that before and I’m finally getting closure

So without another thought, I hit the gas and run her over

But that seemed anger all her friends who wake up to defend her

‘Cause I realized I’m smackin’ all these bitches with my fender

Screeching at me, wings flapping, talons scratching on the glass

Blasting out the moon roof, blood splashing on the dash

All is dark, but the glowing eyes and headlights in front of me

Then all the bitches calm down and run from me all suddenly

Then, 23 minutes till arrival, so I reload my rifle

And slide through the intestines of my rival

Till I see my next victim, a grimy snake called Hate

Send a bullet filled with love and he meets a poetic fate

18 minutes till my destination then I’m free

But I know that there’s a hell of a lot more demons who want me

Now I’m speaking of the devil, just then I saw another one

The mother of all whores, disguised with a mother’s love

“Finally you’re home,” she says and grabs at my door handle

With the sweetest smile and lingering scent of potpourri and candles

But I know it’s just a ploy, ‘cause soon her smile turned menacing

Her boney old hand still on my door, so I severed it

And hit the peddle to the floor

Only 11 minutes more

Till I’m at my destiny, but some would call it Satan’s door

That’s when I met greed, a gentlemanly entity

With suit and tie, and briefcase and energy that’s threatening

He tried to offer me whatever I want for my soul

It wouldn’t even matter if I lost all control

He was quite persuasive when he said it

I admit that I was tempted

Right until I shot before he finished saying his next sentence

Moving on I see an exit 50 yards ahead

But a sleeping lazy demon blocked the door and made a bed

I shot and woke him up and realized that he was massive

The first thing that he targeted and tried to kill was passion

He lunged and I sped past him, crashing through the exit faster

Then you could say that the devil went down and chilled in Atlanta

60 seconds left, almost there

Itchin’, sweatin’, movin’ through the corridors, I’m almost there

Faster man, you’re almost there

The house is in my vision now, I screech into the driveway

So fast that my car almost flipped sideways

Gun at my hip, hop out and step on the porch

Flo in my left hand, right knockin’ on the door

Satan greets me sweetly with a bag of devil’s lettuce

Taking pleasure in it, selling it as if it were his fetish

I pay him and swiftly go back to my whip

Put the bag in my inner pocket, jacket is zipped

Then I pack in the grinder and I load a bowl quick

Snap back to reality after one hit

And I’m sitting in my car in a Walmart parking lot

So relieved that these nightmarish visions have finally stopped