Текст песни Tech N9ne - Stress Relief

The Lost Scripts Of K.O.D. EP
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Tech N9ne
Альбом: The Lost Scripts Of K.O.D. EP
Длительность: 04:23
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(Intro) 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 & bullshit talk is yet to see Every once in awhile you gotta flip out & get some stress relief (Chorus) Ahhhh shit, Muthafuckaaa Imma kick your fuckin ass This is stress relief This is stress release Th-this is stress relief Com'on & sing it with me (Verse One) Who you talkin to What you wanna do What the hell you thinkin Who the fuck are you Where my fuckin money Imma beat your ass What's so fuckin funny Nigga Imma need more cash Why you tryin to play me Imma slump you until you delirious You niggas must be crazy Are you fuckin serious Fuck this goddamn job You know what I quit I'm ready to go in on you, You lyin son of a bitch You don't know shit, Don't get your throat slit Stop movin slow trick *PAUSE* Go bitch I don't give a damn I don't want to hear Which one of 'em did it nigga Why you shaking shiver Pull the fucking trigger (Chorus) X2 (Verse Two) What you say to me What you want to fight This ain't what you want Bitch I got all night Just say what you want to say I heard what you said She had sex with who In my fuckin bed Don't call me no more You fuckin 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 laymans ass Muthafuck the judge You holdin a grudge You fucked up my plug You killin my buzz Imma fuck up this club, While you wanna push & shove You reppin that cuzz What's with it bloods (Chorus) X2 (Verse Three) Yea sometime you gotta let loose an flip on a fuckin nuisance Stress release when you can not give a damn about they two cents Cussin em out reduce them Shoutin it out your mouth & lose them Clout not arout no doubt get gruesome Out & about get soused then use them as a punchin bag with my blunt & drunken ass Want some funkin somethin fast Hunt the chump then dumpin mag Got you pumped & mad When I thump & clap Jump the punks amongst the glunk then munch they lunch & dash We go to jail We know the cell It's cold as hell Poe here go to bail You know to yail If you know that hoe will tail You think I'm suppose to fail Bitch, Go to hell (Chorus) X4 I feel better now.
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