Q Strange Pissed Lyrics

Walkin down the street and I'm clenchin my fists
I'm waitin for a punk bitch to even start talkin shit
Not today please man I'm not in the mood
Don't even f*ck with me I got a bad attitude
Truth down the ave see a punk wanna beef
Fake thug lookin hard can't be over 15
He's lookin mean staring at me wearin thug dress
Wearin a wife beater when he barely ways a buck wet
Man what you lookin at I'm iller than you
And I've eaten f*ckin steaks that were bigger than you
So get the f*ck out of my grill I'm mentally ill
I wanna "murder murder murder and kill kill kill"
Walked over to him grabbed a spoon out of my pocket
Gouged out his eyes and I scalped off the sockets Busted a nut and sprayed it all in his brain
Snapped off his head and attatched it to a chain
And I swung it around and beat a bystander with it
I'm wicked I took his f*ckin ear and I bit it
Off and spit it in the face of a midget
I should be commited I don't care man I admit it
I just dont know how to cope
When I had a bad day so peep that song that I wrote
I choke your throat and drill holes in your head
Just because I woke up on the wrong side of the bed

Pissed
Dont f*ck with me today cause I'm
Pissed
I might just break your face if I'm
Pissed
Too much stress buildin up cause I'm
Pissed pissed shit bitch [x3]