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[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 
 
[Chorus]

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Hed Nod Shit Lyrics by Q-Strange

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