[Verse 1] Yo I'm catchin' more wreck drivers than triple A They should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Child's Play Try to pray to god that l come back There's a better chance of seein' a Kid N Play come back I run rap, you done clap, so what bitch I done that Nothin' but talk actin' more shady than sun hats I got that, type of ill funk you like the ahhh shit Step into the cipher turning it into a mosh pit I rock shit, with the hot shit never stop this Makin' you bounce like a hot bitch that's topless Its nonsense bring it to me dirty like a laundry mat Perpetrating like you will like a hypochondriac Please, you wacky emcees cant touch my steez All on my nuts, like I'm a dog and yall fleas Yall ain't reppin' keys unless they for your Plymouth breeze So why you gotta front punk, yall ain't off the heez I'm known to grip microphones and get blown And blast chromosomes on your girl while you home alone My roamin' zone tryin' to do my thing and make some provolone Cuz I'm more connected than a mobile phone Never see me stoned, I'm just high on my own These punks'll get stuffed just like a calzone It's amazing at the rate I'm takin'em out Even that DC snipers like "damn settle down" It's just one of the damn days, I'm on a rampage You get crushed, like you were stuck in the trade center stairways Been through more hell man than mayonnaise And I got more rhymes than Don King has bad hair days I am not all evil I got a little bit of good But then again I think that Hitler was just misunderstood Aw so what I like the eat and I heard its hot in hell It ain't my fault cuz I been through more shit than Cottonelle
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I don't wanna talk about the clothes and the cars Don't wanna rhyme about the hoes and the stars My names Q Strange and I'm rollin' with the squad And all we're tryin' to do is make ya head nod
[Verse 2] iLLmortal baby comin' back wit a vengeance You emcees are absent and I got perfect attendance Like a super intendent I'm just handin' out these detention To you remedial rappers that need just special attention I'm blessin' the mic like it was sneezin' and shit And while you out runnin' game kid, I'm pleasin' ya bitch I wanna blow up, yo, and just get paid lovely Hey yo fuck Raymond everybody better love me It must be nice, to be crazy mad rich Just from droppin' one whack booty radio hit Ima keep rippin' these rhymes until you bastards are just sick of me Abusin' the mic like Chino X abuses similes Crazy white kid wit violent curses in his verses Not the next Eminem, I should've been the first kid I ain't smart enough to get a hook up wit Dre But I did get a hook up wit a hooker wit aids But anyways I'ma just be a flowin' emcee I'm like Eee ain't nobody ever noticin' me So this shit is just a hobby but it should be my career But I couldn't give a shit if I had mad diarrhea I'm just happy wit my little solid fan base And hey yo I got more lines than George Hamilton's tan face I'm all over the damn place with this song I got no structure It ain't about shit, but you don't like it, man fuck ya
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