[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 (*##$ I done that

Nothin' but talk actin' more shady than sun hats
I got that, type of ill funk you like the ahhh %#@!
Step into the cipher turning it into a mosh pit

I rock %#@!, with the hot %#@! never stop this
Makin' you bounce like a hot (*##$ 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 %#@! 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 %#@!
And while you out runnin' game kid, I'm pleasin' ya (*##$
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 !@$(s 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 %#@! is just a hobby but it should be my career

But I couldn't give a %#@! 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 %#@!, but you don't like it, man $#&@ ya


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