Q STRANGE

Q STRANGE - Hed Nod Shit lyrics

[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: x2]

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

[Chorus]

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