เนื้อเพลง Stress Relief - Tech N9ne
เนื้อเพลง Stress Relief
AHHH SH*T MOTHERF*CKER IMA KICK YO F*CKIN ASS!
This is Stress Relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(Cmon and sing it with me)
Who you talkin to? What you wanna do? What the hell you thinkin?
Who da f*ck are you? Where my f*ckin money? Ima beat yo ass!
Whats so f*ckin funny? N*gga ima need mo cash!
Why you try n play me? Ima slump you till you delirious!
You n*ggas must be crazy. Are you f*cking serious?
F*ck this goddamn job. You know what I quit!
Im ready to go in on you. You lyin son of a b*tch!
You dont know sh*t! Dont get yo throat slit.
Stop movin slow trick! GO B*TCH!
I dont give a damn! I dont wanna hear, which one of em did it n*gga.
Why you shake n shiver? PULL THE F*CKIN TRIGGER!
[X2]
AHHH SH*T MOTHERF*CKER IMA KICK YO F*CKIN ASS!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(Cmon and sing it with me)
What you say to me? What you wanna fight? This aint what you want, b*tch I got all night!
Just say what ya wanna say.
I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID! She had sex with WHO? IN MY F*CKIN BED!
Dont call me no more. You f*ckin whore! Get down on the floor. SHUT THAT GOD DAMN DOOR!
I'm ready to smash!
You ready to blast! Get ready ta pull it dump some bullets in these haters ass!
Mothaf*ck the judge! You holdin a grudge? You f*cked up ma plug!
You killin ma buzz! Ima f*ck up this club! Ah you wanna push n shove.
You reppin tha cuz. Whats wit it blood!
[X2]
AHHH SH*T MOTHERF*CKER IMA KICK YO F*CKIN ASS!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(Cmon and sing it with me)
Yeah!
Somtimes ya gotta let loose n, flip on a f*ckin nuisance.
Stress release when you can not give a damn about they 2 cents.
Cussin em out reduce them shoutin it out ya mouth then lose them.
Clout not arout no doubt get gruesome. Out n about get sous then use them!
As a punching bag wit ma blunt n drunkin ass want some funkin somthin fast.
Hunt tha chump n dumpin mags. Got you punked n mad. Wanna dump n clash.
Jump tha punks them bunks are crunk n munch they lunch n dash
We go to jail! We know the cell. Its cold as hell.
Po' he go ta bail. You know ta yell, if you know that hoe a tell.
You think I'm spo' ta fail, B*TCH GO TO HELL!
AHHH SH*T MOTHERF*CKER IMA KICK YO F*CKIN ASS!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(Cmon and sing it with me)