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Q STRANGE lyrics : "Ghetto Gothic"

(feat. Majik Duce)

[Verse 1: Q Strange]

Comin' wit the hard %#@!
Demented and the dark %#@!
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 %#@!, I ain't proud of it
No doubt wit it, I'm reppin' the hot %#@!
Hip hop that's gothic

What are you !@$!ed?
Gimme the mic lets get this started


[Chorus: x2]
Comin' wit that Ghetto Gothic
Comin' out the darkness

Wicked %#@!, you can't stop this
Hot %#@!, and it ain't hard to tell
Stayin' underground like the flames of hell


Murda Murda Murda


[Verse 2: 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' $$#
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

[Changes from 'Harmony' style to normal rap]


Mutha $#&@ that harmony %#@!
Where the $#&@ your artery (*##$?

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 %#@! like Q


[Verse 3: Q Strange]
Fact is I'm commin' up outta the blackness

Them enemies wanna attack this
They keep comin' out wit whack %#@!, yo practice
Before you throw stones from yo glass house

Comin' at me wit the bull%#@!, betta believe I'll take that $$# out
You passed out, wait, from the wickedest %#@! that I get when I spit
Shut yo lips, $#&@ you (*##$, 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: 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

[Changes from Jamaican style rap back to normal]


Yo I'm back now, wit the Ghetto Gothic, cant stop it, I'm heartless
Innocent souls is my target
I rock %#@!, 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 (*##$es yo you cant take the hard %#@!
You scarred (*##$, 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


[Chorus x1.5]

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