So Much Anger

Do me a favor keep my name out your mouth
Go back to your Mom's house digging change out the couch
You just got mad 'cause I ate out your spouse and
Autographed her thighs on my way out the blouse

You probably got aroused when you found out
That we got it popping like wearing high heels in a bounce house
Ap's Leaps & Bounds over geeks and clowns with beats
That pound until neighbors screaming, "Keep it down!"

Baddest man in the town who leave warlords retreating
Creeping people out like floorboards are creeking
A cretin, a creature the creep recording you screaming
And made you do it over because the levels were peaking

For all the suckers who sleeping, I'm a boost of adrenaline
When new rappers are soft and their producers are feminine
And a few of the veterans, gotten used to the regiment
Dick sucker for semen that they can use as a specimen

So desperate to be popular again
Like your old ass uncle to try to chill with your friends
And trying to follow the trends, that shit looks so lame
It's so wack like when old people use new slang

I'm trying to make more dough than Bruce Wayne
But you'll never hear me rapping on songs with Gucci Mane
That's too strange, what people do for fame
Motherfuckers should be hanged like Saddam Hussein, I got

So much anger, built inside
Built inside
So much anger, built inside
Built inside

So much anger, built inside
Built inside
So much anger, built inside
Built inside

I'll leave a rapper terrified standing stiff as a statue
Curled up in the fetal position like a cashew
Just wait until I catch you, attack you and smash you
Into blood, then I'll bottle it and use it to tattoo

Every biter and wack crew who's trying to bite my raps too
I'll slash you, you fat fuck and leave you leaking Ragú
I'm radical like the 80's from Powell peralta
Iradical like an Islamic suicide bomber

I'll leave a rappers back shattered like dabs
So pack up your bags and toss them in the back of a cab
The cash getter rap spitter steady bagging a bad bitch
While you be mad you get catfished by fat chicks

But you ain't sweating if they're heavy as Oprah
You just sweep them off their feet, Wingardium Leviosa
I'm deadly as a Cobra with fangs full of cocaine
I train on a stage with a fifty pound gold chain

Brain with a depth and rep of Imhotep
I cryogenically froze the foes who slept
Never step to a God when you're simply a mortal man
I'll rip off your skull and autograph it for a fan

I'm unstable, every verse is fatal
An angel who's selling my soul at the merch table
Your shit's soft and I get so pissed off
The force could 'cause a rocket ship to lift off with

So much anger, built inside
Built inside
So much anger, built inside
Built inside

So much anger, built inside
Built inside
So much anger, built inside
Built inside