(Anger)
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
This is for all the times when you just can't take it no more
When all your kindness is gone out the door
When injustice and bullsh** talk is yet to seize
Every once in a while you gotta flip out and get some stress relief
[Hook: Tech N9ne:
Aw sh**! Motherf**er! I'mma kick yo' f**ing a**!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief
This-this is stress relief
Come on and sing it with me!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Who you talking to?
What you wanna do?
What the hell you thinking?
Who the f** are you?
Where's my f**ing money?
I'mma beat your a**!
What's so f**ing funny?
n***a, I'mma need more cash
Why you tryna play me?
I'mma stomp you until you're delirious
You n***as must be crazy
Are you f**ing serious!?
f** this goddamn job
You know what, I quit
I'm ready to go in on you
You lying son of a b**h
You don't know sh**
Don't get your throat slit
Stop moving slow, trick
GO, b*tch!
I don't give a damn, I don't wanna hear
Which one of 'em did it, n***a
Why you shake and shiver?
Pull the f**ing trigger!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
What you say to me!?
What you wanna fight!?
This ain't what you want!
b**h, I got all night
Just say what you wanna say!
I heard what you said!
She had s** with who!?
In my f**ing bed!
Don't call me no more!
You f**ing who*e!
Get down on the floor!
Shut that goddamn door!
I'm ready to smash!
You ready to blast!?
Get ready to pull it!
Throw some bullets in these haters' a**!
Motherf** the judge!
You holding a grudge?
You f**ed up my plug!
You k**in' my buzz!
I'mma f** up this club!
Oh, you wanna push and shove?
You reppin that, cuz!?
What's with it, Blood!?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Sometime you gotta let loose and
Flip on a f**ing nuisance
Stress release when you can
Not give a damn about they two cents
Cussing 'em out, reduce them
Shout, get it out ya mouth and lose them
Pout, not a route, no doubt, get gruesome
Out and about, get soused then use them
As a punching bag
With my blunt and drunken a**
Want some funk and somethin' fast
Hunt the chump then dump in mag
Got you pumped and mad
Wanna thump and clash
Jump the punks, the funks
So crunk they munch they lunch then dash
We go to jail
We know the sell
It's cold as hell
Po' here go the bail
You know the Yale
If you know that ho a tale
You think I'm s'po' to fail?
b**h, go to hell!
[Hook]
I feel better now..