Hed Nod Shit

[Verse 1]Yo I'm catchin' more wreck drivers than triple AThey should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Child's PlayTry to pray to god that l come backThere's a better chance of seein' a Kid N Play come backI run rap, you done clap, so what bitch I done thatNothin' but talk actin' more shady than sun hatsI got that, type of ill funk you like the ahhh shitStep into the cipher turning it into a mosh pitI rock shit, with the hot shit never stop thisMakin' you bounce like a hot bitch that's toplessIts nonsense bring it to me dirty like a laundry matPerpetrating like you will like a hypochondriacPlease, you wacky emcees cant touch my steezAll on my nuts, like I'm a dog and yall fleasYall ain't reppin' keys unless they for your Plymouth breezeSo why you gotta front punk, yall ain't off the heezI'm known to grip microphones and get blownAnd blast chromosomes on your girl while you home aloneMy roamin' zone tryin' to do my thing and make some provoloneCuz I'm more connected than a mobile phoneNever see me stoned, I'm just high on my ownThese punks'll get stuffed just like a calzoneIt's amazing at the rate I'm takin'em outEven that DC snipers like "damn settle down"It's just one of the damn days, I'm on a rampageYou get crushed, like you were stuck in the trade center stairwaysBeen through more hell man than mayonnaiseAnd I got more rhymes than Don King has bad hair daysI am not all evil I got a little bit of goodBut then again I think that Hitler was just misunderstoodAw so what I like the eat and I heard its hot in hellIt 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 carsDon't wanna rhyme about the hoes and the starsMy names Q Strange and I'm rollin' with the squadAnd all we're tryin' to do is make ya head nod[Verse 2]iLLmortal baby comin' back wit a vengeanceYou emcees are absent and I got perfect attendanceLike a super intendent I'm just handin' out these detentionTo you remedial rappers that need just special attentionI'm blessin' the mic like it was sneezin' and shitAnd while you out runnin' game kid, I'm pleasin' ya bitchI wanna blow up, yo, and just get paid lovelyHey yo fuck Raymond everybody better love meIt must be nice, to be crazy mad richJust from droppin' one whack booty radio hitIma keep rippin' these rhymes until you bastards are just sick of meAbusin' the mic like Chino X abuses similesCrazy white kid wit violent curses in his versesNot the next Eminem, I should've been the first kidI ain't smart enough to get a hook up wit DreBut I did get a hook up wit a hooker wit aidsBut anyways I'ma just be a flowin' emceeI'm like Eee ain't nobody ever noticin' meSo this shit is just a hobby but it should be my careerBut I couldn't give a shit if I had mad diarrheaI'm just happy wit my little solid fan baseAnd hey yo I got more lines than George Hamilton's tan faceI'm all over the damn place with this song I got no structureIt ain't about shit, but you don't like it, man fuck ya[Chorus]