Stress.Com

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Hello I'm stress, Fuck you! You're fired, and pregnant 'Cause I control this twisted carnival, hit the exits I spent your rent on killin' children, chasin' red cents Tasted birthday cake, wanna vote? Invade with dead cents From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don't chill To money hungry starvin' artists dressin' up with no skills So hush, pretend it's a game Just remember the pain Write a song about the industries dust intrigued lust Then it's the same jargon hardened garbage How's your liver? How's your sister? Drown her kids in liquor sips Stereo sounds for six figures It's bigger then right and wrong It's writing songs for singing sheep to sleep Bleach the sheets, Teathin' leeches teach the feast On your babies dreams, 'cause maybe things ain't that bad Not considering, I'm not the victim cop this image, cop this insulin Rip the infants limb for limb Stretch their skins for instruments Bang the drum, bang the gun Buy the jeans by the hope Buy the smoke by the gallon Buy the rope by the throat Buy the talon by the rope Buy the throat by the talon Mimicking riddles fillin' abusions Filling these shoes that's impossible Fossils rockin' Big Macs and public hip hop and toppled obstacles, and stumbling You've got a shot, humilities just an anchor Work to turn the slaves into graves Ashes to cash dust to pay dirt Chalk up a favor, pay it later For now we'll fake the sound Ground shakin' anti-gravity When your wallet weighs you down Hip hop cultures flourishing worth worshiping these vulture skulls Of target markets, red targets and carbon multiples Of headings beading sevens, sixes and small print I'll be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin shit I'll be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin shit They have eyes but do not see I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin I'm not the victim, I'm not the victim, I'm not the victim