[Intro-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]

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

This is cold days, this is, this is cold days

Never on your page, this forever flow stays

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

As the stars start falling,

But it fell all the way down under the underground

There is where we create strangeland (boom)

You know what I'm saying right there

[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

Here we'll be givin em pain

And then we hit with a truck

That is the name of the game

When you be fuckin wit us

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

And if you think any better we gonna blast on a nigga

I'm yellin on you because you ain't on my level

You cannot beat me so you say that 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 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]

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

This is cold days, this is, this is cold days

Never on your page, this forever flow stays

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

This is our lane nigga, stay in your own mothafuckin lane

I'm sick of yellin on you motherfuckers

Imma let my young nigga merc y'all ass

[Irv da phenom]

Un-fuck withable come get it, no?

Some get it go when they trippin' on the tire smoke

'cause you minimal and I'm a general

Plus I'm finna blow and have you niggas runnin for survival

I know, you probably thought 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 eva eva 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 mothafuckin monsta truck

Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now

Hop into your city and they ready to geek out

You pick up the mic and they ready to leave out

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

Imma bout to bring her and the freak out

Get out my lane (right)

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

And I'm off the chain (right)

Imma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame

And I ain't playin (right)

And I got one thang I gotta bring to this game, it's damon wayans

Damon wayans? yeah nigga that's major pain

[Chorus]

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

This is cold days, this is, this is cold days

Never on your page, this forever flow stays

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