Q Strange - Head Nod Shit lyrics

Verse 1

Yo Im catchin more wreckin drivers than triple A
They should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Child's Play
Try to pray to god that he'll come back
Theres a better chance of seein a Kid N Play come back
I run rap you run clap, so what bitch I dont that
Nothin but talk actin more shady than sun hats
I got that, type of ill funk you like ahh 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 thats topless
Its nonsense bring it to me dirty like a laundrymat
Perpatratin natural like a hyperchondriac
Please, you wack emcees cant touch my steez
All on my nuts, like Im a dog and yall fleas
Yall aint reppin kings unless they blow you plymoth breeze
So why you gotta front punk, yall aint off the heez
Im known to grip microphones and get blown
And blast chromosones on your girl while you home alone
A romozone tryin to do my thing and make some provolone on my own
Cuz Im more connected than a mobile phone
Never see me stoned, Im just high on my own
These punks'll get stuffed just like a calzone
Its amazing at the rate Im takin'em out
Even that DC snipers like "damn settle down"
It's just one of the damn days, Im on a rampage
You get crushed, like you were stuck in a trade set of stairways
Been through more hell man than mayonnaise
And I got more rhymes than Don King has bad hair days
I aint 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 heat and I heard its hot in hell
It aint my fault cuz I been through more shit than Cotonelle

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I dont wanna talk about the clothes and the cars
Dont wanna rhyme about the hoes and the stars
My names Q Strange and i'm rollin with the spark
And all we're tryne to do is make ya head nod

Verse 2

iLLmortal baby comin back wit a vengeance
You emcess are absent and I got perfect attendence
Like a super intendent Im just handin out kids detention
To you remedial rappers that need just special attention
Im blessin the mic like it was sneezin and shit
And while you up runnin game kid, Im pleasin ya bitch
I wanna blow up, ya, 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 rag booty radio hit
Ima keep rippin these rhymes until you bastards are just sick of me
Abusin the mic like Chino X abusies similes
Crazy white kid wit violent curses in his verses
Im the next eminem, I should've been the first kid
I aint smart enough to get a hook up wit Dre
But I did get a hook up wit a hooker wit aids
But anyways Ima just be a flowin emcee
Im like ER aint nobody ever noticin me
So this shit is just a hobby but it should be my career
But I couldnt give a shit if I had mad diareah
Im just happy wit my little solid fanbase
And hey yo I got more lines than George Hamiltons tan face
Im all over the damn place with this song I got no structure
It aint about shit, but you dont like it, man fuck ya

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