Chasing Anger, Why?

Lyrics

yo young Hawk IA the mother fuckin name the craziest thats ever been In this Hawkeye state full of fuckin rage no lie I always hate I don’t even care cuz I know I’ll be great pride and cocky attitude my 2 greatest traits slaughter anybody in my muh fuckin way I ain’t kiddin bro catch me off 6 state in a clippers jersey at the barber fuck around and catch a fade Lebron James N MJ 2 23’s bussin out the window of the VDub out in Ankeny, homicides not the only way keep talkin I got the time today I’m a listen to the words you say and after all the talk your head I will decapitate precision firearms Texas Instruments make you recalculate all them lies you try to tell all the shit you fabricate and it’s my rightful duty to make sure that I eradicate an infection like you gangrene bro I’ll amputate yo legs and arms 911 ring the alarm nobody safe from the harm like a psychopath win you over with my charm and when you finally go to sleep I get my saw and start to carve money make me hungry bro and I am fuckin starved I swear to god I’ll spend my life in that pod for the shit you spewed at the quad telling me I was fam I was a part of your squad then you got a big job and turned into a snob then you turn around and cry like I’m the one who’s the prob suck my knob call me koopa troopa cuz ima bust outta my shell you’ll need a fuckin army if it’s my voice you gonna quell yeah I admit my egos swelled and I’ll prolly go to hell this prolly won’t sell but at least I know when you hear this you’ll yell and be like ayo what the fuck ima have my lawyer mail you a copy of the defamation lawsuit bro you can’t be talkin all that shit up on my name now oh well I did and I’m gettin paid for it sometimes life ain’t fair and ain’t shit that you can do about it Chase, should’ve been a better friend, breaking boundaries and controlling your wife. you’re a bigot and it’s as clear as a starry night, I hope your wedding is cancelled and your fam cuts ties, because you’re cheating on your future wife, you called Haley last night… right? or was it last week? month? year? continuing! on and on, and your wife doesn’t even know, if I was her, I’d lock you outside no coat in the Minnesota snow, I hope when you visit chanhassen you understand it’s no longer home…