Q Strange Lyrics - Hed Nod Shit lyrics

Hed Nod Shit lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:Q Strange Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Yo Im catchin more wreck drivers than triple A
They should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Childs Play
Try to pray to god that l come back
Theres 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 thats 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 Im a dog and yall fleas
Yall aint reppin keys unless they for your Plymouth breeze
So why you gotta front punk, yall aint off the heez
Im known to grip microphones and get blown
And blast chromosomes on your girl while you home alone
My roamin zone tryin to do my t hing and make some provolone
Cuz Im more connected than a mobile phone
Never see me stoned, Im just high on my own
These punksll get stuffed just like a calzone
Its amazing at the rate Im takinem out
Even that DC snipers like damn settle down
Its just one of the damn days, Im 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
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It aint my fault cuz I been through more shit than Cottonelle

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I dont wanna talk about the clothes and the cars
Dont wanna rhyme about the hoes and the stars
My names Q Strange and Im rollin with the squad
And all were 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 Im just handin out these detention
To you remedial rappers that need just special attention
Im blessin the mic like it was sneezin and shit
And while you out runnin game kid, Im 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 shouldve been the first kid
I aint smart enough to get a hook up wit Dre
But I did get a hook up wit a hooker wit aids
But anyways Ima just be a flowin emcee
Im like Eee aint nobody ever noticin me
So this shit is just a hobby but it should be my career
But I coul dnt give a shit if I had mad diarrhea
Im just happy wit my little solid fan base
And hey yo I got more lines than George Hamiltons tan face
Im all over the damn place with this song I got no structure
It aint about shit, but you dont like it, man fuck ya

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