Tech N9ne – Stress Relief 0

(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.