Tech N9ne Stress Relief Lyrics

The Lost Scripts of K.O.D. Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Like I Died (remix)
  • 2 Stress Relief
  • 3 00N9NA
  • 4 Pain Killer
  • 5 Last Sad Song
  • (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!


    [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!?


    [Verse 3]
    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!


    I feel better now..

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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