Don’t want to it talk it out
I swear to god
The next person that even looks at me wrong
Is getting hit so hard their grandkids will sing folk songs
About the god of silent rage, I’ve been drinking all day
Screaming fuck you I won’t do what you tell me like it came out yesterday
Cuz I want all the smoke
Yeah I’m tryna go that route
Never held a gun but best believe I’ll air this bitch out
This ain’t a fight song
It’s a song to catch a charge to
Riot behind bars to
For when these hands are long past due
They keep asking
Why you so mad? Because America raised me
I’ll finally be the angry black man that y’all wanted to paint me
So I’m belligerent, I’m indifferent
I’m deliberate, Don’t get it twisted
But I’m done fuckin talking
It’s on sight as soon as I walk in
Don’t give a fuck about what’s in your pockets
Out for blood, not here for the two 5s in your wallet
Trying to make it on worldstar, hope that everyone’s watching
Better call out of work because right now I’m fucking clocked in
I am the god of silent rage
I bite my tongue, I hold my breath
Count to 10
Point out everything blue in the room
Don’t crack
Don’t crack
I am the god of silent rage
But not today
And I wish a nigga would try to run up and steal off me
Make it personal, boy I’m aiming at your whole family tree
Rip it up, root and stem
Tear you limb from limb from limb
Don't bother praying to god, you’re about to meet him
A walking, breathing deadly sin
Boy you don’t know where I’ve been
Oh you think you’re fuckin slick
This ain’t a game, This ain’t a fuckin trick
Trick, look at me when I talk to you
Who the fuck you think you talkin to?
Should’ve listened when your boys tried stoppin you
Call the deacon when they’re done chalkin you
No one ever sees me coming
Take it 0 to 100
Make an issue all the sudden
Throw it all away for nothing
Because I’ve just been waiting to explode
Nowhere for all this rage to go
So I’ll go toe to toe
With niggas from Tupelo to Tokyo
And even if I lose
I’mma take you down too
Got a death wish, a short fuse and a belly full of booze
Shut the fuck up
All that talking
Place your bets and get your stocks in
For when the bodies start droppin
Let’s fuckin get it poppin
I swear to god
The next person that even looks at me wrong
Is getting hit so hard their grandkids will sing folk songs
About the god of silent rage, I’ve been drinking all day
Screaming fuck you I won’t do what you tell me like it came out yesterday
Cuz I want all the smoke
Yeah I’m tryna go that route
Never held a gun but best believe I’ll air this bitch out
This ain’t a fight song
It’s a song to catch a charge to
Riot behind bars to
For when these hands are long past due
They keep asking
Why you so mad? Because America raised me
I’ll finally be the angry black man that y’all wanted to paint me
So I’m belligerent, I’m indifferent
I’m deliberate, Don’t get it twisted
But I’m done fuckin talking
It’s on sight as soon as I walk in
Don’t give a fuck about what’s in your pockets
Out for blood, not here for the two 5s in your wallet
Trying to make it on worldstar, hope that everyone’s watching
Better call out of work because right now I’m fucking clocked in
I am the god of silent rage
I bite my tongue, I hold my breath
Count to 10
Point out everything blue in the room
Don’t crack
Don’t crack
I am the god of silent rage
But not today
And I wish a nigga would try to run up and steal off me
Make it personal, boy I’m aiming at your whole family tree
Rip it up, root and stem
Tear you limb from limb from limb
Don't bother praying to god, you’re about to meet him
A walking, breathing deadly sin
Boy you don’t know where I’ve been
Oh you think you’re fuckin slick
This ain’t a game, This ain’t a fuckin trick
Trick, look at me when I talk to you
Who the fuck you think you talkin to?
Should’ve listened when your boys tried stoppin you
Call the deacon when they’re done chalkin you
No one ever sees me coming
Take it 0 to 100
Make an issue all the sudden
Throw it all away for nothing
Because I’ve just been waiting to explode
Nowhere for all this rage to go
So I’ll go toe to toe
With niggas from Tupelo to Tokyo
And even if I lose
I’mma take you down too
Got a death wish, a short fuse and a belly full of booze
Shut the fuck up
All that talking
Place your bets and get your stocks in
For when the bodies start droppin
Let’s fuckin get it poppin
( Proper (USA) )
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