Done Talking

[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'