Q Strange - Hed Nod Shit lyrics
[Q Strange - Hed Nod Shit lyrics]
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 can't 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 it's hot in hell
It ain't my fault cuz I been
Through more shit than Cottonelle
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
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
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 can't 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 it's hot in hell
It ain't my fault cuz I been
Through more shit than Cottonelle
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
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