In the Red (explicit content)
In the Red (explicit content)
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Turnin’ the volume up again, I need my music blarin’I’ve had enough, I’ll light ‘em up, I feel my temper flarin’,Gimme space… like on the moon, cuz my fangs are barin’ (barren)I’m gonna shout and walk right out, pretend I just don’t care, andI’m sick and tired of always acting polite in spite of the fact thatI'm using every little bit of might that I have to be nice and hold backThe fuse is lit, I’m a stick of dynamite that’s about to crackLid’s off the top, and it feels like my balance is outta whackBomb is tickin’, and my limit’s at its pinnacle nowI’m ‘bout to go berserk, red alert, temp’s critical nowF*** all these clowns that say I sound wound up and cynical, wowFear it or not, wrath of God, this s***’s gone biblical nowGotta find a productive way to manage all the grudges and angerBut all I wanna do is give these punks the f****** middle fingerThen lay ‘em on the ground with a roundhouse to the face like a Texas rangerThey all about to witness Yoda morph into Darth Vader
Stuck in a roundabout when they’re going around the wrong wayThose old ways from the Stone Age are the root cause of all my rageYou know I try to validate, but it accumulates, then escalatesTo the point when it really f****** irritates the piss outta me, I gotta hydrateBut too late, the trip wire’s been tripped, someone just flipped the switchThe ship has left the dock, I’m jumpin’ off this suspension bridgeWhen someone tells me to calm down, my face begins to twitchWhen has that phrase ever helped the situation, b****?!I'm comin’ at ‘em like a bludger in quidditchBulgin’ like a pissed off Popeye, gripping fistfuls of spinachYosemite Sam, I am, pistols spinnin’, like the Tasmanian DevilOn a whole new level, lose control like the Incredible HulkCuz they won’t like me when I’m mad, f*** their criticismsSlittin’ and dissin’ like a thousand incisionsGot me wishin’ they would stop and shut their mouths and listenBut instead of peace, I’m gonna release the hounds, “Sick ‘em!”
I sound cold and bitter like a Minnesota winterAggravating with an attitude like Raph—annoying SplinterHit ‘em hard with a snowy blizzard, and whiteout like an old wizardWouldn’t you, too, if you suddenly—poof!—got a f****** face full of glitter?So, I write down rhymes, or binge watch Family GuyBut you know what really grinds my gears (get it?)? Damn, there’s all kinds!Feel this way sometimes? Stuck behind, tryin’ to catch up (ketchup)(Heinz) Hindsight’s 20-20, but bear in mind—boom—now they’re in mineLike a sniper, I’m a viper, or a windshield wiper, get out my wayIt’s ludicrous, and now I’m pissed, and I got a few things that I need to sayAll the comments are toxic, no logic, now I’m in the frayTry to block me out, can’t stop me now, like Gatorade to Bobby BoucherI did all this for the hell of it, when the world’s idiots are inconsiderateBut consider this, sometimes I wanna plow into every single one of themEventually, I’ll take a breath, slow down a beat, bounce back againLike a trampoline and get back to green, but for now, repeatCuz I’m in the red!
_____________________________________________________In the RedHotdish Hans
Stuck in a roundabout when they’re going around the wrong wayThose old ways from the Stone Age are the root cause of all my rageYou know I try to validate, but it accumulates, then escalatesTo the point when it really f****** irritates the piss outta me, I gotta hydrateBut too late, the trip wire’s been tripped, someone just flipped the switchThe ship has left the dock, I’m jumpin’ off this suspension bridgeWhen someone tells me to calm down, my face begins to twitchWhen has that phrase ever helped the situation, b****?!I'm comin’ at ‘em like a bludger in quidditchBulgin’ like a pissed off Popeye, gripping fistfuls of spinachYosemite Sam, I am, pistols spinnin’, like the Tasmanian DevilOn a whole new level, lose control like the Incredible HulkCuz they won’t like me when I’m mad, f*** their criticismsSlittin’ and dissin’ like a thousand incisionsGot me wishin’ they would stop and shut their mouths and listenBut instead of peace, I’m gonna release the hounds, “Sick ‘em!”
I sound cold and bitter like a Minnesota winterAggravating with an attitude like Raph—annoying SplinterHit ‘em hard with a snowy blizzard, and whiteout like an old wizardWouldn’t you, too, if you suddenly—poof!—got a f****** face full of glitter?So, I write down rhymes, or binge watch Family GuyBut you know what really grinds my gears (get it?)? Damn, there’s all kinds!Feel this way sometimes? Stuck behind, tryin’ to catch up (ketchup)(Heinz) Hindsight’s 20-20, but bear in mind—boom—now they’re in mineLike a sniper, I’m a viper, or a windshield wiper, get out my wayIt’s ludicrous, and now I’m pissed, and I got a few things that I need to sayAll the comments are toxic, no logic, now I’m in the frayTry to block me out, can’t stop me now, like Gatorade to Bobby BoucherI did all this for the hell of it, when the world’s idiots are inconsiderateBut consider this, sometimes I wanna plow into every single one of themEventually, I’ll take a breath, slow down a beat, bounce back againLike a trampoline and get back to green, but for now, repeatCuz I’m in the red!
_____________________________________________________In the RedHotdish Hans
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