Stress Relief (2010)

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 & [bad word] talk is yet to see
Every once in awhile you gotta flip out & get some stress relief

(Chorus)

Ahhhh [bad word]  [bad word] Imma kick your [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] are you
Where my [bad word] money
Imma beat your [bad word] What's so [bad word] funny [bad word] Imma need more cash
Why you tryin to play me
Imma slump you until you delirious
You niggas must be crazy
Are you [bad word] serious [bad word] this [bad word] job
You know what I quit
I'm ready to go in on you, You lyin son of a [bad word] You don't know [bad word]  Don't get your throat slit
Stop movin slow trick
*PAUSE*
Go [bad word] I don't give a [bad word] I don't want to hear
Which one of 'em did it [bad word] Why you shaking shiver
Pull the [bad word] trigger

(Chorus) X2

(Verse Two)

What you say to me
What you want to fight
This ain't what you want [bad word] I got all night
Just say what you want to say
I heard what you said
She had  with who
In my [bad word] bed
Don't call me no more
You [bad word] [bad word] Get down on the floor
Shut that [bad word] door
I'm ready to smash
You ready to blast
Get ready to pull it
Throw some bullets in these laymans [bad word] [bad word] the judge
You holdin a grudge
You [bad word] up my plug
You killin my buzz
Imma [bad word] 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 [bad word] nuisance
Stress release when you can not give a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  Go to hell

(Chorus) X4

I feel better now.