Hed Nod Shit lyrics

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[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 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 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 shit than Cottonelle



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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 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



[Chorus]
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