Done Talking

Lyrics

[Intro] Don't want to it talk it out [Verse 1] Oh, 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, uh 'Cos I want all the smoke Yeah I'm trying to 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 [Verse 2] 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 fucking 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 fives in your wallet Trying to make it onto Worldstar, hope that everyone's watching Better call out of work because right now I'm fucking clocked in [Chorus] I am the god of silent rage I bite my tongue, I hold my breath I am the god of silent rage I bite my tongue, I hold my breath I am the god of silent rage I bite my tongue, I hold my breath Count to ten Point out everything blue in the room Bite your tongue, bite your tongue Don't crack Don't fucking crack I am the god of silent rage But not today [Verse 3] 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 fucking slick? This ain't a game, this ain't a fucking trick Trick, look at me when I talk to you Who the fuck you think you talking to? Should've listened when your boys tried stopping you Call the deacon when they're done chalking 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 Ima take you down too Got a death wish, a short fuse and a belly full of booze So shut the fuck up All that talking Place your bets and get your stocks in For when the bodies start droppin' Let's get it fuckin' poppin'