[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
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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]
