Road Rage

[Intro: Tech N9ne Reversed]

It’s my lane you fly or you die, mayne

Deny that we hype don’t even try, mayne

Rely on this guy to give you migraines

Screamin’ on you demons A.Y

Aim to fry thangs

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days

Never on your page, this forever flow stays

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

[Interlude: Tech N9ne]

As the stars start falling

But it fell all the way down under the underground, you know what I'm sizzlin'?

And there we create Strangeland, boom!

You know what I’m sayin', right there

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Get the fuck out of my way, I don’t be givin' a fuck

Never come into my lane, nigga, we choppin' 'em up

N9na be givin' 'em pain and then we hit with a truck

That is the name of the game, diggin', we diggin' the dust

Make a path for a nigga

You better be ready to get the cash for a nigga

We break and we crush and we slash every nigga

That be thinkin' he better, we gonna blast on a nigga

I’m yellin' at you 'cause you ain’t on my level

You cannot beat me so you spread I’m a devil

Can’t nobody get me when the foot is on the pedal

On this road I hella go, I’m a rebel!

This my lane you fly or you die, mayne

Deny that we high, don’t even try, mayne

Rely on this guy to give you migraines

Screamin’ on you demons A.Y

Aim to fry thangs

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days

Never on your page, this forever flow stays

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

[Interlude: Tech N9ne]

This is our lane nigga, stay in your own motherfuckin' lane

I’m sick of yellin' on you motherfuckers

I'mma let my young nigga merc y’all ass

[Verse 2: Irv Da Phenom]

Unfuckwitable, come get it, no?

Some finna go when they have em’ chokin' on the tire smoke

‘Cause you minimal and I’m a general

And plus I’m finna blow and have you niggas runnin' for survival

I know, you probably thought that that trash you spit was real hot

Why don’t you hand the microphone to me and go get a real job

‘Cause that ain’t dope boy, somebody please tell this po’ boy

We ain’t playin' games no mo’ boy

We hoggin' up the lane and goin' insane for the dough, boy

Don’t you ever ever come here no mo’ boy

'Cause we don’t play the wack shit

We beast on every track that we be on

Better wake up, you sleep on the elite homes

Your flow’s like a Prius, paint it pink with little flower decals

Mine’s like a motherfuckin' monster truck

Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now

Hop into your city, they ready to geek out

You pick up the mic and they be ready to leave out

Meanwhile I’m back stage with a bad thick broad and

I'm 'bout to bring her and the freak out

Get out my lane (Right)

You ain’t talkin' 'bout a thang unless it’s 'bout some change

And I’m off the chain (Right)

I'ma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame

And I ain’t playin' (Right)

And I got one thang that I gotta bring to this game

It’s Damon Wayans (Damon Wayans?)

Yeah nigga that’s Major Payne

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days

Never on your page, this forever flow stays

This is road rage