Stress Relief

(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 bullshit talk is yet to seize Every once in a while you gotta flip out and get some stress relief [Hook: Tech N9ne: Aw shit! Motherfucker! I'mma kick yo' fucking ass! 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 fuck are you? Where's my fucking money? I'mma beat your ass! What's so fucking funny? Nigga, I'mma need more cash Why you tryna play me? I'mma stomp you until you're delirious You niggas must be crazy Are you fucking serious!? Fuck this goddamn job You know what, I quit I'm ready to go in on you You lying son of a bitch You don't know shit Don't get your throat slit Stop moving slow, trick GO, BITCH! I don't give a damn, I don't wanna hear Which one of 'em did it, nigga Why you shake and shiver? Pull the fucking trigger! [Hook] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] What you say to me!? What you wanna fight!? This ain't what you want! Bitch, I got all night Just say what you wanna say! I heard what you said! She had sex with who!? In my fucking bed! Don't call me no more! You fucking whore! 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' ass! Motherfuck the judge! You holding a grudge? You fucked up my plug! You killin' my buzz! I'mma fuck 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 fucking 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 ass 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? Bitch, go to hell! [Hook] I feel better now..