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Q Strange Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Buy My Friggin Album Bitch Buy my CD or I'll break your ****in' head I got 15 hundred copies in boxes under my bed Heard what I said, buy it, shit at least try it This shit is dope as **** don't make me pull your ears with pliers Ain't no one buyin' my album it should've been platinum At least gold, the kids don't buy my shit I'm gonna crack'em My idea street promotion is drivin' through places And peggin' promo tapes at peoples faces sayin' "buy it you homo" A promo, what? you want free shit You better pay up, I'll even take food stamps kid If you ain't got a job, man it's cool you can rob Still from your old man, cuz he's a fat drunken slob And ya mom, she's blown in lonely Ville for 20 So just tell that smelly hoe you need some money buddy I go to the stores that are selling LP's Tell'em move some ****in' units or I'll break your friggin knees Emcees don't even wanna battle me now My put my lyrics up because I started knockin' bitches out Interrupt rock sets from alternative bands I snatch the mic and start beatin' till it's hurtin' my hands Then I kick my wicked flows until the cops are called I'll throw a bar stool and start a bar room brawl As I run out the door, just before I jet Don't forget to buy my album on CD or cassette I'm a dope emcee but a shitty self promoter I'll sign a contract for a hoagie and soda I'ma use force like as if my name was Yoda Buy my shit quick man just do what I told ya Can't work for a living gotta eat off this Plus I gotta crib, and a wife, and a kid I'ma shove in your face till you purchase it Just buy my friggin album bitch! Don't be a cheap **** it's just 11.99 And it's worth it, I ain't sayin' that because it's mine If it's whack, don't even think you'll get your money back You and your boys can make fun of it, yo I like it when you crack Take a bat, and use the thing for batting practice man smash it I don't give a **** man ****in' bash it you can have it I really don't care man just purchase the shit I really don't feel like havin' to hurt you bitch But I will, so find a way to cop my shit quick Before I find you first, and beat 'cha fat ass wit a stick Go on Carson Daily's show and request my video "You ain't got one" I know, just ****in' do it yo The radio don't play me and I got no distribution Ima walk into Land Speed and just start shootinI can't sell cds even in my own city Ima change my name to Q stiggy and start actin' jiggy I got promo posters as wall paper in my crib And I wonder why no one's ever heard of my shit If I went out and promoted I could probably sell a record But instead I'll just sit and scratch myself, hey yo check it If you don't go out and buy my cd I'm gonna ****in' kick your ass I ain't even playin' wit 'chu I am literally gonna knock you the **** out If you don't go out and buy the shit Just ****in' buy it man You can afford it What the **** is wrong wit 'chu? It's a ****in' dope album man just pick it up What 'chu mean you never heard of me? It doesn't matter if you never heard of me I'm ****in' tellin' you now just buy the shit, what? Q Strange |
Can't Take No More Can't Take No More I can't take anymore I'm gettin' depressed And I feel this stress inside my chest Its gonna explode I gotta load of shit on my mind I'm tryin' to find The answers to the things I need to succeed or survive I'm tryin' to strive, but I wonder why Is it so rough, I gotta see defeat and times are tough And I don't want him to see his daddy gettin' takin' away in hand coughs It's all this stuff, these city kids they keep it real But not keepin' it real, is talkin' shit and packin' steel What's the deal? That's how you represent? not me I keep it real wit my family and I take responsibility But I can understand why niggaz buck Cuz it's a ****ed up world But what if your stray bullet ever hits a little girl I think about this shit as years go by like minutes I know it's bad now, but it's only the beginning Media tells me its better, but I see its gettin' worse I wanna ride around in limos, but I'm headin' for a hearse Suicide obeys my mind and sometimes I think it's over I don't trust no one so I'm on point just like a cobra Even if I know ya I don't trust ya cuz I cant You give ya soul to people and they just take advantage Negative vibes vibrate through my speaker See the way I rhyme I should be sayin' somethin' deeper My tape that gets possessed by evil demons actin' ill Teachin' kids how to rob, carry guns, sell drugs, and kill I real artist, kick soul from the heart Does art imitate life, or does my life imitate art If it's a part of your life express it, but don't glamorize This influence on young minds wanna do the shit I rhyme Now that I'ma parent its apparent I should recognize Negative affects that this has in my childs eyes I apologize to my family and pride And all the young teens I left emotionally scarred I can't take no more of the guilt paranoia Never be a doctor, or a cop or not a lawyer The only thing I got in this world is makin' music I'd rather rap about abusive shit than go and do it But at the same time I write lines when I write these rhymes I'm a grown man and a father am I wastin' my time Should I just stop and maybe change my flow I don't know, I'm at a crossroad I gotta choose where to go I am not the man I was when I started this shit Allota this shit, I see means the harder I spit But since then I got a son who looks up to me The image that I'm givin' man it kinda ****s with me Torn between a gimmick and respect from my seed Well there ain't no competition I ain't driven by greed So this is it, all the horror, the violence, the gore I leave it behind I can't take it no more... Q Strange |
Emcee Assault Emcee Assault Assaulting emcee's with my lyrical artillery You sicken me the epitome of lyrical wizardry Ability for spitten' these rhymes without no sympathy Verbally assaulting emcee's they should imprison me Given me, electrocution cookin' me like ?quickasee? The should call you emcee social studies cuz you history Mystery why punk ass kids wanna mess wit me Infecting me with deafening music it is upsetting me (I got) punch lines like people at the prom waitin' for juice You got whack rhymes use the mic cord as a noose I'm sorta confused, cuz I thought I saw on the news That there's an epidemic spreading and they caught it from you It's whack rapper disease and it affects punk emcees You beating me is like black folks on ski's You'll never see it kid, not even in your dreams I need skills like Carson Daily needs screamin' teens Step up if you wanna get hurt Comin' wit the grime and the grit and the dirt Step up if you wanna get hurt Emcee Assault I talk trash so cats wanna battle me now Well ain't cute no more, just like Little Bow Wow A fowl mouth, assaulting emcee's stompin'em out Talkin' more garbage than Oscar the grouch I'm knockin'em out, like fish you be floppin' around Paramedics are jetting you to the hospital now Choppin'em down, like a lumberjack wit an ax All that's left is puddles of blood with kangols and backpacks Whipen'em out, like some boogies on a snot rag Thugs be boys, nerd emcee's and even art fags Not sad, I'm happy like Gilmore I'm ill raw, funky, fresh, deaf and still more I'm real poor, only chips I'm stackin' is my Pringles Punch bachelors so I can say I have hit singles I mix-mingle, try to lead fellow musicians But I'm driven by the competition then I start to dissinI'm trippin', like jack trippa I'm surrounded by broads You think you get raw? (Come and knock on my door) I'm not on a tour, if you wanna see me perform Ya gotta come to my crib sit wit my kid on the floor I'm dirty like an aids infested hypodermic needle Gritty like the sand in the speedo of a fag gweedo Grimy like a slimy reptiley creature Even if I lost my speech, I would still beat'cha Stumbling, and mumbling make ya words clearer Ya strugglin' worse than Big Pun's Pallbearers My rhymes are more grimy than ya grandma's ass In the heat for three weeks without havin' a bath And havin' attacks, of uncontrollable gas Wit a mess in her Depends and grandpas nut blast Step to me, I got them rhymes straight out the gutter It's embaracin' like goin' to the mall wit cha mother And ya handicapped father and ya retarded brotha Why bother battlin' me go find anotha Rhymes to steal tagged on the wall of a men's room stall You a victim of Emcee Assault! Q Strange |
Father Figure Father Figure Some knew my uncle Roc as a mob figure But to me he was much bigger he was like a father figure All that crooked shit he did he never let us see Welcome me into his home givin' me family A man to me closer than my own pops My cousins ain't my cousins, they're my brothas and that lovin' wont stop Never wanted the come I would never throw ya name For personal gain, too much respect in my veins Grow to me like your own and I never got to thank ya Angry when I saw what they printed in the paper Offered to take me in when I lost my mom That's why I respect you more than any mafia don I didn't know that man that did the federal bids I knew a man who give the whole world to his kids Knew a man who was funny and he had a good heart And I'ma treasure you forever I'm a miss you uncle Roc In my life I never had a dad But you we're right there to guide me down the path Given me the things I woulda never had Even though it's hard now that 'cha passed I still move on, try not to be sad I had you in my life I think god for that And I just hope that I can be Half the man you have to be Grandpa you did a better job wit me than your son No disrespect to my father but you got the job done Taught me how to win respect that I'll never forget Working hard all your life poured blood, tears, and sweat Taught me honor and pride, and I feel hollow inside Wit out 'chu in my life I'm so sorry you died Took me from a boy to a man, and you raised me Not just for me, you did the same thing for Jamie But you were the glue that held the family together Never thought after you passed that the family would sever All of our ties, and just stop communicatinBut without ya love I guess we started hatinBut we was all there around the hospital bed We were prayin' and cryin' I said goodbye then I kissed ya forehead Watchin' my hero trying to breathe on a respirator Yesterday the pain was even greater watchin' as you fade away Right before my eyes, wishin' I could save you Right until the end you were so strong and brave too Named my son after you and you were so proud Told everyone you knew about 'cha great grandchild You held him in ya arms broke a tear couldn't speak If only I knew, you woulda passed the next week I woulda told you were my world thank you for your love I hope your lookin' down watchin' over us from above Because, you were the one who played the role model Without 'chu in my life my hearts filled with sorrow I guess what they say no one is promised tomorrow Its true, Gods mysterious ways would always follow You taught me life lessons I'ma carry for life Pass it on to my seed, and try to bring him up right Without these influences I don't know where I'd be In the cemetery or in the penitentiary Q Strange |
Ghetto Gothic Ghetto Gothic Comin' wit the hard shit Demented and the dark shit Wickedness regardless Hip-hop sounding Gothic Will I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batik, I billem, I kiddem I hittem, I killem and then I just give em the plea of their life I killem Its gonna be and hour or two Sayin' its true prayin' to god I can offer you This demon is beating, you bleed and scream And I got more for you I offer you a chance to run, Ima come and start the hunt Stalkin' you is half the fun, yo my prey has just begun Leavin' you stunned, paralyzed, leavin' you blind, stab your eyes Makin' you my sacrifice, drown you just like ?Shepard's? wife They don't wanna step, you ain't half as nice Stab you with a plastic knife Stab and slice, mad at life Sanity done passed me by How'd I get so powerless? Can stop, wont stop with the rottin flesh Cuttem up quick that's how it is I did that shit, I ain't proud of it No doubt wit it, I'm reppin' the hot shit Hip hop that's gothic What are you retarded? Gimme the mic lets get this started Comin' wit that Ghetto Gothic Comin' out the darkness Wicked shit, you can't stop this Hot shit, and it ain't hard to tell Stayin' underground like the flames of hell Murda Murda Murda [Majik Duce] So sickly, you can't see me like Houdini Where the **** up at your vision? Gothic flippin', rippin', rockin' put with precision What the **** is up with your rhymin' ass Why the **** you rhymin' with your hair shook And exercising your lead foot Runaway Better putt yo double four magnums away Path for the game Step on the main, happy to live for today Cuz if I wasn't, how could I possibly be travelin' on? Hittin' the valley but still I manage to be battelin' on Mutha **** that harmony shit Where the **** your artery bitch? Gotta car to start and four more let's start For more people to hit I'm coming but I guess I'm partly to blame But I'm just that modern day jokesta Why do you all try to be like Q Strange? But you ain't Shit like Q [Q Strange] Fact is I'm commin' up outta the blackness Them enemies wanna attack this They keep comin' out wit whack shit, yo practice Before you throw stones from yo glass house Comin' at me wit the bullshit, betta believe I'll take that ass out You passed out, wait, from the wickedest shit that I get when I spit Shut yo lips, **** you bitch, went and gotta shovel and I dug yo ditch? You don't wanna step, wanna step to me Even now so you can see That ya life's in jeopardy You bout to meet ya destiny [Q Strange] I been a killa, like Jack the Rippa Me runnin' wit that roughneck crew no ones illa We murder them with the stylee from the sewer You don't want the glock cuz I no sharpshooter Shady blade cuts smooth if you don't drilla See da blood clot now they call me blood spilla We comin' to the place rude boy comin' no one realla Me got the red heart me gonna kill like Dracula Me rugged is my stylee no way not dire Busta now me comin' straight grimy Ragamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back now Comin' not gonna back down Wacky man come to lay the smack down Yo I'm back now, wit the Ghetto Gothic, cant stop it, I'm heartless Innocent souls is my target I rock shit, wit a style straight out the darkness Hip hop flows over beats is rap gothic When I see ya punk, Ima sleigh that whack garbage For starters, Ima killem all yo regardless I shock kids, when I kick a flow and it bothers Whack little bitches yo you cant take the hard shit You scarred bitch, mentally affected by the sickness When it kicks yo, can I get a witness? Rip ya insides out, and then splatter'em So many homicide records, my cases went platinum Q Strange |
Happy Home Happy Home Just seventeen when I metchu Yeah you, we were young but cha knew what I been through Ita ****ed up if we meant to But I was your friend tried to protect you Plus I knew you had potential Had a good heart and was set to mend to Known as a hoe and got laughed at But I was a man, and I saw right past that You were better than that, so I aimed you In the right direction a gaurdian angel Even though I wasnt heaven sent Had to take you outta that bad bad element I admit I was hesitant To give you my heart but you know I had to represent I had to show you there was more to life Show you da light that was sorta nice I knew you had issues And there was some shit that you had been through Tried my best to understand All I ever wanted was to be ya man Had no self esteem and was insecure Wipe'en tears and reassure Tell you that your beautiful Special and Unusual Much more than just doable Deserved the world and you knew it too Put up with ya jealous rage Flipouts and abusive stage Thru it all I always stayed By your side you were amazed Didn't know why but I couldnt say Just took it all like day to day Wanted the ring so I copped that You want a new car so I bought that You wanted a kid, yo I got that Now you wanna crib so I bought that Everything in the world that your heart desired I gave to you, I sacrificed Anything to see you smile Ya happiness just drove me wild How could this happen to my happy home How could you tear the heart out my soul Why am I the one whose all alone When I did everything just to make you happy How could this happen to my happy home How could you tear the heart out my soul How could you be so damn cold When all I ever did was try to make you happy Moved real fast in marryment Things did move like kinda quick Engaged, married, now a kid That was the base of my happiness I worked for mine, and tried to provide for my family and I'm filled with pride I scarificed every job that you didnt like Just to make you happy, but it didnt right I letchu go and work for us You pay the bills, I'll raise a son I do what it takes to set it right As long as we're together I'm set for life Now you out wit around yo peers See that you been wastin years Thinkin that you missin life No more girl, wanna be my wife Takin number from these guys Callin them to my surprise Then I see you gotta man Cheatin lyin all damn It hurt me When I found that night about the show in Jersey That you and ya man was in my home Makin love to the break of dawn After all I've done for you Had nothin but love for you Now you wanna go and get comfortable With some strange dude who's ****in you Wanna take this life that we built from scratch Throw it out the window and down the hatch Flush it down the toilet just like that **** you bitch I'm done with that If I had a gat, I'da cocked the shit Aimed it and just shot the shit Killed you you obnoxious bitch You and ya man I'm shocked and shit Every night you dont come home Findin numbers in your phone Guess that I just shoulda known That you'd leave me all alone I trusted you, wit my heart Now you tore my life apart I aint got shit without you now I can't move on I dont know how I don't wanna live, I'd rather die Than not have you here by my side I wanna commit a double homicide Then just ****in suicide Why did you do why? Was it worth it? See what you did I'm hurt bitch Dont say you didnt do it on purpose You wasnt sorry while suckin on a nerds dick I sacrificed it all for you So that you wouldn't be miserable You one ****ed up individual I hope your new man shits on you! Q Strange |
Hed Nod Shit Hed Nod Shit 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 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 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 **** 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 **** ya Q Strange |
Heroin Heroin You'll never leave me You need me in this life You can't live without me I own you You belong to me That's right, don't ever try to leave me Because you can't You can't do it You know who I am (Who are you? Tell em' your name) My name is Heroin I'm better than your medicine I'll take your life and your soul if you let me in There ain't a problem in this world that I can't fix There ain't a pain that you have I can't help you deal with You need me you can't live without me inside you Don't believe in negative press you've been lied to I'm all you need in life you can't breathe without me I'm your best friend, your lover and your family I make you feel like you have supernatural power I'm all you need and I'm just a brown powder You'd steal from your own mother just to have me Walk through the worst neighbourhoods just to grab me Sitting in a corner putting me in a spoon Anticipating the feeling you're gonna have soon Burning me, turning me into liquid form It's a great habit what's you wanna keep it for You look at you, you're trembling putting me in a seringe You're pocking your skin you're trying to get me in You shove it through your eyelids just to get me through your brain The faster I can go there and ease your pain In your vein I just slither like a venoms snake and it's great I can't wait just to end your heartache I slowly cross the blood brain barrier Give birth to morpheme finds to open your receptors You have a sensation; you're calling in a rush The intensity because you had all my drugs And the faster that I find to open your receptors The more intense the rush is, it feels even better You might have a warm blushing in your skin Have a dry mouth or happiness in your limbs You might be nauseous, vomit, have severe itches But it's worth it nothing beats this here feeling You got problems in your life I can help you through it When you tried to dump me before but you couldn't do it You had insomnia, muscle and bone pain Worse than when you tried to leave my cousin named Cocaine You were vomiting, restless, had cold flashes It's just you and me no one knows you're an addict You're psychically depending on me now. Don't you see that? You would die without me in your life, believe that I've infected your heart and clogged you veins I have done sever damage to your veins Because of me you'd had bacterial infections A small price to pay that's the cost of my affection The high is wearing of you're drowsy for a couple of hours My affect have got your mental function all clouded You heart rate drops you respiratory system slows You're slowly fading as a victim of my overdose You needed me but don't you see I don't need you There's a lot of people in this world that need me too I just used you like the stupid bitch you are I left you dead in your own vomit on the kitchen floor I didn't care about you; you're just a bitch to me I know you cheated on me with your brother Ecstasy We got my people to infect, you can't stop me There's rehabs and clinics but people still can't drop me I've been on a killing spree for decades now There ain't nothing in this world that's gonna slow me down Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Yeah that's right You can't stop me I'm just gonna keep going I'ma keep ending more lives, infecting more people This ain't never gonna stop Cause once you've had me, you can't live without me in your life I will rule your whole world You live for me I own you Q Strange |
I'm Crazy I'm Crazy The insane brain of Q Strange will reign Remember that when I slice your veins You don't wanna **** with the killa right here I'll tear your legs off and throw em down the stairs Unable to repair the eyes legs and arms Break in ya crib and I'll get your mom Tie the bitch up to the bed post Get close light it up watch the head roast I'm gonna laugh when I cut her in half She was caught in the rap of my aftermath You don't have to ask I'm the illest around I was underground but I'm killin em now And you're feelin the sound of a murderer Still illriginal productions you heard of us You're jerkin us I'm hard to kill And your blood gonna spill I'm poppin pills Like Prozak Rydalin Infacil Won't do shit cuz I'm mentally ill Can't pay the bill to my therapist So now I cant get my sedatives So I walk around all hella pissed Man you don't know who this fella is? I thought you knew its the guy named Q With blood stained clothes in my dining room Chewin on a cut off leg eatin people when they dead Eat their organs in some bread crack open a severed head Hard crunchy outside, chewy gooey inside Should have seen the look on the parents face when they heard the kids died This mind in my head is dead and yet my skull is a casket Psychopathic tactics to kill all you reckless bastards Lighter fluid and a pack of matches bring me such satisfaction Pyromaniac is laughing while the flames are burning, cracklin I like to hear the helpless screams of the people trapped inside Sirens in the distance but you'll never make it there on time So I slide to the next victim take an icepick and stick em I can't control the shit I do its just a sick addiction And yo, I'm crazy I'm crazy bitch you don't believe me? Wait till you see me on your TV then you'll want to be me You can never be as nuts as me what you think you buck like me? We'll ****in see you're luck is up and chump I'm bout to jump on thee Corpse and of course I'm divorsed from my mind Or "The Source" cookin me one ****in mic the next time cause I'm Crazy I'm Crazy Crazy loony tapped in the brain Not all there passed insane Deranged strange basket case Don't wanna change half to face The fact that I'm ill mentally it was just meant to be Don't step to me you get to see how death is your destiny It gets the best of me guts and flesh digestin me Its hektik G I'll rip you chest disectively my minds infected see Respectin me is crucial if you don;t it gets brutal Cuz i do the type of shit that movie scripts don't even do Don't got a crew maybe I do but they all up in my head Multiple personalities who needs ****in friends Ohh I hit you in the back with a bat I hack you up with an axe as a matter of fact Dressed in black to attack I drag em In the back of a Saturn wagon Braggin Boastin Comatosin Bag a body in the bottom of the ocean Postin pictures FBI Killer wanted dead or alive You'll never get me man I Aint gonna stop The cops'll get dropped stabbed and get shot Shit is red hot like the flames of hell You say farewell to the body is a nameless shell I came to tell you all that I aint no joke Ashes get smoked all will get choked You start to get get poked with a rusty blade I'm the one and only killer known as Q strange... Q Strange |
Illriginal Illriginal Yeah Q Strange Wit dat Illriginal Style Reppin' deep subterranean, crazy up in the cranium I'm lookin' mo' suspicious than Arabians with uranium Flyin' low in the shuttle, I'm far from suttle I'm gettin' stared at more than interracial couples I run through airport gates wavin' guns too like **** you I come through, wanna blow dis bitch up too Cuz Q, don't know how to deal with every day stress I stay dressed in rags, and whack sneakers from payless My paychecks are way less, than cats wit half the talent My pockets slim and empty when they should be thick like Allen Battlin' emcees and they all full of a player shook Still I couldn't get signed with a pen and a yearbook I'm in the house like I was on home confinement Lyin' like my career would be shorter than Paul Simon Never had the smarts to go and be and MD But they should still call me Doogie cuz I Houser MCs A thousand emcees, frontin' man they ain't sayin' nothinJust flappin' they lips and tellin' stories like Teddy Ruxpin You ain't thugin' I don't care what your crew say Heard me rhyme on Friday it didn't hit cha till Tuesday You say alive I should come and see you rock I did, you bout as live as Biggie Smalls and Tupac Got a shoebox full of tongues keep as my trophies From homies, I annihilated at the show, see? You was a top dog yesterday man, it don't scare me I'm here today like Matt Lower, and tomorrow like Annie You fairy, pansy yo you shoulda tried plan b My beats thump like that rabbit on bambi Cant stand me, cuz you know that you ain't half as nice So go **** ya self, like a hermaphrodite Pass the mic to me and piss mad kids off I hog the shit for two hours they're like "dag get off" I was in the cipher but I had to leave the circle Watchin' me battle is like seein' Screech vs. Urkel Verbal, mutilation, slaughter, man just accept it You pass me the mic, big mistake, yall shoulda kept it... Q Strange |
Kill Somebody Kill Somebody When I get stressed and shit Yo I know you get stressed to We all got stress And all they're trying to tell you is meditation and relaxing and all that shit **** that man, that shit don't work There's one thing that you can do It's gonna be a peach But you gotta listen to me You just... You just... You just... You just... Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody (Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it) Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody (Just Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it) Kill Kill Kill Kill Just kill your mother, that ain't cause your woman clean 'Shut the **** up bitch' and you stab her with a spleen Kill your father that drunk and ****ing waste a life Wait till he's sleeping and give his ****ing troath a slice Just kill your teacher right in the ****ing classroom Drag his bloody body inside the school bathroom Right between the classes when the halls are packed So all the nerds who go to school that are like 'What the **** was that?Kill your best friend when he's hanging at your house chilling 'Nah man that's my homey' 'Man **** it - just kill himTake a sinder arc and smash it over his head And beat his bloody open skull till you know he's ****ing dead Hide the body in the closet till it starts to stink Chop him up with a paster and dispose him in a sink Cause I know the way you think and it's just like you You wanna kill everybody see I'm just like you So in the middle of the night, sneak out your crib Break into the neighbours and don't the wake the kids And pour gasoline all over the house Light a match throw that shit in and burn the whole joint down Just kill people, old people, young people, black people white people Don't discriminate We're all equal I know nobody understands you and they think you're strange So take it from me that's my last name Go ahead and stab him, get a gun and blast him Break a pipe and crack him, randomly attack him Get creative with em' torture when you kill emMake them scream your name within in vein make him a victim Split him wide open and take them organs and guts Throw them at people in the street like What **** So many people to kill So little time Murder, kill, rape, rob, steal, commit crime Go to school tomorrow try to top columbine In a trench coat with an Uzi killing kids without a time Kill the whole world till it's just you left And stab your head with a pen till you kill your ****ing self I'm ill, I'm Q and I'm Prozac and Peckville Take Jones wand it might as well be sugarpills Cause it does nothing for me man I still wanna kill I'm not gonna sop till my heart gets spilled So what the **** you waiting for, just go ahead and do it Don't stop till your covered in blood and body fluids HaHaHaHaHahahahahahahahahaha Do it you chıckenshıt .. **** Kill Yeah what the **** your waiting for What are you a little bitch? Just do it (Take a deep breeath, grab your knife and just do it) Don't talk the shit, do the shit Little bitch Shit Cause if you was shit you don't just ****ing kill somebody man He's right Just ****ing do it (Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it) Q Strange |
Murder Kill '03 Murder Kill '03 Brand New For 2003 That Murderous Shit Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill I'm Q-Strange, they say I'm quite ill I'm a basket case, I'm sure your path is demented All this anger inside needs to be vented Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture A bloody butcher knife is in my hand ready to slaughter I oughta get treatment for my sick mind I saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said I'm fine But I'm about to watch you suffer kid Strap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelids Prying them open till you can't sleep for weeks In ya own fecal matter, is all you can eat And then for a treat, I might slice ya neck Or maybe stab ya chest you'll be beggin' for death yes When I write lyrics I don't need a pen or a pad I just grab a knife and start to stab And on my wall in drippin' blood I write my rhymes I got eyeballs hangin' on my porch like wind chimes And if you think that's sick, just open my fridge I got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbs In my trash bin I fill to the rims With bloody guts, what the ****, life is pretty grim Severed heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patch I grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sack And that's a fact, I got the innovation that you lack A wacky jack in a crappy act, singin' happy raps But if it's sinister then that's a different story **** keep it real man, I'd rather keep it real gory Don't try to understand the sick talk I'm runnin' down the street with dead babies on a pitchfork A bitch talk I don't hesitate to stab her Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala Then I take her out, I drag her in the house The funs about to begin I take my tools out Now, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummy Surprise surprise this ones an expecting mommy I remove the fetus and I put it in a jar Pull out some vital organ like the spleen and a heart I rap it up and put it in a bag so I can take It to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch break This is great and the fun is just startinI rap intestines, all around my apartment like garland Look down at the hollow corpse a pretty sight Kiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnight Now who's that sleepin' in my bed It's a dead body wit no head Skin is turning gray, starting to decay Smellin' really bad, but I like it that way Get under the covers, hug her cuz I love her First thing in the morning I guess I'll dispose of her Click on the TV before I go to sleep The news says two kids have been missing for weeks If they only knew one was dead floating down the creek And the other one is in my torture chamber as we speak I'm unique and I'm sick abstract in the thoughts in my head I'm crazy I wanna see you dead, wanna Q Strange |
Nothing Nothing All of my life ever since the beginning I wanted to fit in I tried but I didnt I went in, I'm losin they call me a loser A loner, a stoner, drug user, abuser A burn out, it turns out I just aint the same As these kids at my school, they so cool, I'm so lame Called names, and they tease me I wish they'd just leave alone but they dont and its so rough to be me Turn on the TV and all that I see Video's flashin that image at me Ya gotta be pretty, with money and perfect I'm poor and I'm ugly, my life just aint worth it I'm certainly destined to be a nobody No money, no nothin, no woman just **** it Naw hold up a second I got an idea Got nothin to lose I got nothin to fear I could let my life fade away like nothin Or I could go out big and be known for somethinStay up all night and I plot and I plan Try not to wake up my sleepin' old man Sneak and I creep in his room while he's sleepinOpen the closet I see it I got it I'm grabbin' his gun and then some ammunition I bet they'll be wishin' that they stopped the dissinGet up in the mornin' I'm loadin' the gun It'll be fun to watch them kids run Walk in the school and I'm shakin' and tremblinI'm gettin' upset man I'd better forget it "Hey nice sneakers, where'd ya get them in the garbage?" "yeah whatever man" "Shut up loser" Naw **** that, thats it, it's enough of this screaminIts time to get even and I won't be defeated I seated in class waitin for the bell When it rings Ima go up and blast off these shells Look at these kids with they clothes and they cars And they fathers who let them live like movie stars Wit they sneakers that cost more than pops makes in two weeks I truley can't wait to go and start the shooting My teacher **** 'em, don't like him a bit He said I would grow up not amount to shit And maybe he's right but that shit is still ****ed up While these kids are mad rich, and bitches are stuck up Tony, the captain of the football team Can't wait to see him start runnin' and screaminBritney his girl from the chearleading squad Ima blast and I'll piss on her bloody pom poms Minutes are ticking and ticking away Come on bell ring man I aint got all day Screw it I walk to the front of the class As the students and staff just look at me and laugh I grab the gun and I just take it out They see me and duck, some run and shout Cockin the glock and I start to just squeeze it Then somethin happened I couldn't believe it I just couldn't do it, I'm watchin'em scatter Standin' here frozen as if it don't matter Want to, and I just wanna buck But ****, I cant even do it I'm stuck I'm truly a nothing a loser it's true I can't even do what I wanted to do I planned all for nothin' I can't take'em out I pointed the barrel right into my mouth... Q Strange |
Origin of Creation Origin of Creation See back in the 1970's it was like I was a fetus in a jar, conceived in a lab Raised by scientists, no mom or dad I was the the first human clone All throughout of my life I was all alone Living in a room similar to a jail cell And a government lab and it was real hell Located deep in the South Pole So even if I could escape, there was nowhere to go Throughout my childhood I received no love Just experiments from men in lab coats and rubber gloves Sticking me and bricking me, testing my piss I wasn't a child, just a new experiment No exposure to the outside world No toys, no books, no other boys and girls I was a human guinneapig like a lab rat Even an animal don't deserve that The project would have been finished when I was twenty one I was to be killed, but they had no more funds So they had to bring me to the states Put me on the jet and placed me in the straits The jet took off man, I was scared as shit I looked at the world and I thought "This is it" This is were I wanna be, running free trough out the meadows and the trees Because I hate the human race, they're so ****ing cruel They created me but I wish they hadn't do it The jet was shaking, whoa we're going down Its outta control, we're plummeting to the ground We're losing altitude and we're going down fast I jumped into my seat and then the plane crashed I was okay except for a few bruises Everyone else dead, good ****ing losers But now my dream has come true and I'm free To take out all my aggression on humanity And I will make them pay, for being so inhuman And then they wonder why I'm so ****ing insane You should have killed me when you had the chance you cruel heartless pricks Cause now... I'ma take out all this anger and aggression on every human being I see In any abstract, sick, twisted way I see fit Hahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahahaha That's my story boys and girls... Q Strange |
Sinphony of Sick Sinphony of Sick Makin' precision incisions, with it this talent I'm givinDidn't know how to keep livin' so I just started the killin Sick in the head when I'm sinnin' Illin infectin' I'm stickinMy knife in you and I'm grinnin' sittin' and thinkin' of quitinBut I continue my mission listen to voices here within Sayin' its just the beginning don't know what's really pretendinIt's hard to decide when the mind is divided and hided From the reality battling the evilness inside of me My mind is it dieing, I'm crying I'm trying not to lose it Confusing abusing I'm bruising your skull until its oozing I'm choosin' my weapon I'm gettin' I'm settinI'm lettin' aggression set into my nerve endings Awww, can't take the pain no more Stain the floor with blood guts and crazy gore Waiting for the day god repays me for All the sinful things I did that he hates me for (Uh) This disease has me blinded and I can't see the light Live in darkness while my sanity continues to fight With little bit I have left I use it to blend With this ****ed up society that lied to me again I have a hatred for the world I cant describe I've strive to stay alive but it's hard to survive Darken my eyes, from all the insomnia I suffer Cant sleep for weeks and it keeps gettin' tougher The more I don't rest the more I'm gettin' depressed And obsessed with the sight of another persons death I regret what I did when it's just too late I even ate human steaks and eyeballs like grapes It's a big mistake, but the mind knows know boundaries It's been years and still the police never found me Astounding with technology and forensics And experts and people who have these sixth senses I guess its depression that I have Gods blessing If he wanted me to stop I would've seen some detectives Decrepit, Decayed, Morbid my brain It's all them things and it's rotting away And starting today, I'm gonna try and stop all the killing Aw, whom I kiddin'? It's only the beginning I like to cut em open and see what makes them tick And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick My sinphony, conjures up images of misery Picture thee crime scene photos of the grisly Ax I portray on a day to day I came to say, I won't stop till this pains away My brains decay, and eating at my thoughts I can feel it There's a rat inside my head nawing at my spirit I can hear it, chewing on my cerebral cortex Crawling its way tryin' to escape outta my forehead Your all dead, zombies try to walk among the living As I'm sitting there's a choir in my mind and it's singing An orchestra of madness, sinphony of sickness Philharmonic illness, Nirvana when I feel this Melodic and I feel bliss, Schizophrenic realness I'm unstoppable horrible and I'm fearless My lyrics are a cry for help cant you hear this I'm a danger to society and I'm careless A tickin' time bomb just waitin' to detonate So get it straight, I don't rap about my jewelry and escalade I'm swept away by the evil that some how got into me Years from now you'll see its prophetic in my sinphony Don't know what got into me I just show how it could be Why am I so sick, you see In the meanest Sinphony... Q Strange |
Still Driftin Still Driftin Still driftin', this time I'm in a stolen Lincoln Remains in the backseat inside stinkinI'm thinkin', gotta go find me a sink and Clean up, I'm beat up, I'm covered in blood It ain't easy, blood on my hands makes the steering wheel greasy Dead bodies vomit gas and fecies It's nasty, aw shit a cop just passed me Better get rid of this shit, real fast G Pull over to the side just abandon the ride Wait until they find the surprise I left inside I'm a hunter, searching for my prey I'm on the highway Meanwhile these kids are just cruisin' on a Friday Not a care in the world, but it ain't what it seems See me covered in blood wit a cold stare in the high beams Lost control, smashed into the divider Killed three mo and yo I didn't even try ta I ain't stopped yo I'm still driftinState to state still tryin' to kill victims Thought I was dead, naw I'm still livinStill wicked and yeah I'm still killin An elderly couple at a red light, late at night Ain't no cars and nobody in sight I pull out my knife, I run up I open the rear door Hop in, two quick slices and they're gone Real quick, slice the neck then I jet Out the opposite door, now I'm off to the next Walkin' through the darkness covered in stains I got scared, I heard this bum like "hey got any spare change?" Some homeless crackhead lookin' for some rocks Wit a shoppin' cart livin' out a cardboard box Punched his rat face, and I wouldn't stop beatinWatchin' him swell up, his head was mad bleedinStomped on his chest crushed his lungs and his ribs Beat him to death don't need no weapons for this A witness, a prostitute seen the whole shit I seen her walkin' up, yeah ya better go bitch I chased her, caught her, yo, ya dead hoe How the **** you think you gonna run in stilettos Rip her pointy ass shoes right off her feet Stuck the heel in her neck till that bitch couldn't breathe Real late at night I still ain't done killinSeeing a man deliverin' some kung pow chicken He's comin' my way on his bike I stuck out my arm, I clothes lined him, be careful at night He's on the ground covered in chow main and duck sauce Cut his face the **** off, killed him and he got tossed Into an alley where I cut him and I gut him Took the splattered remains and then I ****in' stuck'em Into the little take out carton I mixed it wit some noodles and the shit stinks its rotten Looked at the paper I went to the address Knocked on the door, "Jade Dragon Express" Open the door it was this dude, he gave me the loot I watched through his window as he ate his food, eww He kinda looked at it weird Then he had some pieces of lung stuck to his beard While he went to go vomit I went in his house Kneeled down as I crouched behind the couch He's sick, he came back but before he could sit I popped up with a grip on a holder from a candlestick Smash his face with the base Beat his skull till it opened Little pieces of bone kid Left on the floor then I chilled in his house Finished up the rest of the Asian take out... Q Strange |
Stone Kold Killa Stone Kold Killa I'm a make a club track 'cuz the people love that Naw **** that, I'm a keep it all where my loves at I step up in the club, even Puff starts ta jump Cuz I buck from the booth wit a rifle I'm a sniper On the dance floor throwin' 'bows in your grill At the bar in your drink got dissolved little pills In the VIP where they poppin' that Cris Wit my fists around the magnum I crack 'em, I slap 'em Bouncers runnin' up lookin' bigger than Chewbacca Sprayin' me wit mace I eat that shit like binaca Punchin' people out wit brass knuckles on each fist Throw em down a club, watch 'em cook like a deep dish And peep this why dem kids sellin' them rolls Take all they loot, and extort they hoes When I'm up in the club man I just don't play Even Ludacris said move get out the way Stone Kold Killa Stone Kold Killa I don't give a Mother**** about anyone Kickin' in doors, yellin' get on the floor Ima stone kold killa and I'm ready for more Duck tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger All because I'm just a ruthless mother****er You so funny man I'll do it for cheap Naw I'll do it for free I just need some fresh meat I got peoples heads in my closet and they rotten Sometimes I take'em out when I wanna make out I abduct young hoes, tie'em up in the woods Or sometimes I let 'em run cuz it's even more fun Gotta gun but I only use that shit for pistol whippinI got more creative type ways of kold killin I'm lost in my demented thoughts and I'm on Stone Cold and Steve Austin I'm forcing my way into the game Kickin' much ass and takin' names You'll never be the same once you've heard Q Strange, Ima I took Freddy's glove and I stabbed him in the chest wit it Took Jason's machete and I stabbed him in the neck wit it Took Michael Myers mask rocked it to the mall I let my little boy play wit that chucky doll Even Stephen King read my lyrics are bugged I'm the next Bundy I ain't talkin' bout Bud I love what I do, there ain't no signs of stoppinI'm stoppin' over half dead cops I shot dead I'm hot than, I'm illmortalized here forever A Stone Kold Killa and I'm just too clever Ain't got the cheddar but I got somethin' better The fact that you can't **** with me naw never Sever limbs from torsos, head from necks I'm foaming out the mouth barkin' at DMX Q Strange |
Strangeland Strangeland Welcome to Strangeland come on down Once you in my world man you can't get out Murderous shit with an iLLified sound Emerging out of the underground Come into my world kid, welcome to Strangeland Welcome to the mainland yeah this is the same man That told the kids to kill somebody back a year ago Here we go, thought I was going to quit that be a miracle Serial Kill wit a bitta illa attitude Show some gratitude, you don't want me gettin' mad at you Had a few people say my music was a joke The industry was clownin' me and I ain't losin' hope yo They say the kind of rap I'm spittin' is a waste of talent Quit the wicked shit and try to have more of a balance Man **** you I wont change it's my land it's quite strange I won't conform the victim and hope I do the right thing It's my world, I ain't in this for the profit If I succeed it'll be on my own or my shit On my terms, wit my styles, wit my rhymes, it's my way **** Fred Durst I'll throw his ass on the highway In heavy traffic sociopathic bastard Leavin people battered in caskets yeah that's it fantastic That's how we be doin' things down in Strangeland Where whack emcee's gettin' more props than a stagehand I be gettin' slept on like a futon Whack cats makin bread and I ain't even makin' croutons You couldn't save yourself even if you had a coupon Now relish when I catch your best Name me the great pupon Through the Bentley window to the window of a hearse What could be worse than strange place and a curse? I'm the first at burst the way you horror kids disperse To hop onto the latest trend I'll still rip a verse Of these abstract, abstruse, abnormal rhymes I'm simpleising your mind, and I will rein sublime It's subliminal you can't replicate the original I replenish return and my reply is reprehensible It's unquestionable that my intellect's intact You wanna integrate with my crew, too bad you whack You profess to be proficient the prognosis of horrific You pretend to make a profit off of insufficient lyrics I wont hear it, you can copy me and try to make a mockery Of sloppy D none a yall cats are stoppin' me The Strange is one step in the emcee cipher This is Strangeland my name ain't D. Sneider The strange the lyricist emerging out the abyss No radio hits, just sick shit like this **** ya platinum only plaque I got is on my teeth Lyrics so strange they confuse Kool Keith Strange, like unexplained, unsolved mysteries Graphic, violent, oozing with misery (Is it me or is this emcee sound strange) I'm on stage, covered in stains, wearin timberlands and Hanes ****ed up deranged mad tapped in the brain Take ya name, add the lame infesting with shame Bring it to the battle when its time to throw down You couldn't make the band even if your name was O town Lets go now, there's no hope for you to even tryin' this I wouldn't know defeat even if I'm a podiatrist Mad scientist in the lab hopin' that you die and shit But not before you all stop buyin' this Your in my world now Welcome to Strangeland Once you come in you never come out This is my world This is my house This is my land Think this is gonna stop? Hell No Comin' back with that new shit Infesting your ****ing brain like a ****ing maggot Welcome to Strangeland... Q Strange |
That Dream That Dream Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow I used to go by the name of emcee Snow The music was a way to escape my pain In the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane As the years progressed I kept ownin' my craft Bus stop kids would laugh white kids cant rap My voice soundin' funny I was end the midst of puberty And this whole hip hoppin' rap shit was new to me 1990 made a demo age of 15 It was my dream to just bust on the scene Flat top fade, with the lines and designs Rockin' hammer pants was the style at the time Kickin' my rhymes to anybody that would listen My moms had my back and gave supportive criticism 1992 I started rollin' wit a crew My name was Mist Jinx and my partner Doc Seuss 1993 bumpin' Tribe Called Quest Playin' hooky downtown **** a history test I had the cross colors gear with the hair up in dreads And my friends, knuckleheads we was all good kids Rappin' over instrumental records on a cassette We ain't had no equipment if we did we'd be set '94 was the year moms passed on Bouncin' place to place just tryin' to find a home I Hooked up with JayD and Mo Duce and Nine 5 3rd floor productions man we dropped comin' live No matter what as the years went on I couldn't stop just writing these songs When nothin' went right and everything went wrong Used the music to just keep on Never gonna stop no I must succeed Never gonna happen if I don't believe I got goals that I gotta achieve And until I do I'll never lose that dream 3rd Floor Productions and the group iLLriginals Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted But 1997 though I guess we just had it All lost touch and Mo just passed too JayD is still reppen with the Birthright Crew And around this time I felt I needed a change I need to somethin' different wit a whole new name It was extreme I admit, it was a bit different Q Strange, murderous rap wit the sick shit Did murder kill people couldn't believe That that kid Mista Jinx just changed his whole steez Did a couple of tracks and put it out on dubs And the heavy metal freak show these kids'll love In '98 I hooked up wit this kid name Hex The crew L.U. Cipha was the group that he repped He heard my tape man he was diggin' the shit Told his kid Slowkill and his girl named Jill The next thing I know they got that shit online They had a web page, thought I'd hit the big time Anyways '99 I put out Decayed Thoughts Low budget style though shit I was poor In the year 2g I dropped C to E Now mad kids are bumpin' me coppin my CD Get mail, cats overseas gimme props Blow my mind every time, party never stops Still just strivin', strugglin', in the game Hopin' I can get some shit out and make a name For myself, only way I'll ever get the wealth Cruz this is all I do I thank yall for my help Now it's 2003 mad shit done changed I been married, separated, got a son that ? But no matter what this music shit is still with me And if rap is still 'round I'll be flowin' when I'm fifty Underground, mainstream, wanna be on the scene But for now I can close my eyes and just dream Q Strange |
Why I'm F'd Up Why I'm F'd Up People wanna know why I'm so ****ed up Could it be because of the way I grew up I didn't have much and times were tough And I deal with this pain as a grown adult Grownin' up was rough even though I had love I came up in an environment with violence and drugs My mom was an addict I was too young to see this I be playin' doctor with the hypodermic needles She told me not to touch'em they were for her boyfriend's medicine I guess his sickness was addiction like hers it was heroin I'd see the bruises on her face she'd tell me that she fell Innocence prevailed and I believed her fairy tales Sometimes I hear him hit her and I'd hide under the covers Listen to the terrifying screams from my motha Vowing that one day I'd be big enough to beat him And now I am I hope to god that I don't ever meet'em My father bailed out when I still a little infant I see'em now and then but didn't know him what's the difference He was an alcoholic anyway or so they say So I guess I didn't need him in my life anyway My mom got clean and sober when that boyfriend shit was over Just a matter of time before it came back and took over Growin' up in the projects on food stamps and welfare Kids crackin' on my sneakers never had a new pair Mom did remarry though when I was thirteen But it seems that her dream man turned out to be a dope fiend Another one, shootin' up and gettin' ****ed up And then yall wonder why I never been drunk or do drugs And then in High school I ****ed up I didn't pay attention **** detention and suspension, I ain't doin' this I'm jettinAt 16 my whole world came to a halt I lost my mother to the devil and I felt it was my fault She was all that I had, now I'm sittin' all alone 16 years old trying to make it on my own Ain't never graduated cuz I didn't even bother Man I coulda been somebody if I tried a little harder Workin' full time for a minimum wage Wishin' I was on stage it wasn't just a faze Dreaming of being the next rap star sensation I broke the hell out and took a permanent vacation Depression hittin' harder yeah I even thought of suicide Its do or die, and I ain't doin' shit so I don't even try and Gettin' high is all the peeps around me seem to do And I ain't goin' that route, so I always stay true But now life is good I gotta wife that I love And a son in my world and I ain't ****in' this up So there you have it now ya know why I'm so ****ed up And how a troubled child grows up a troubled adult But now I gotta chance to do things right for my son Keep him safe from these drugs and these thugs packin' guns I'll make it in this world and I ain't going to go and quit Channel all this negative into positive shit Q Strange |
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