Hed Nod Shit lyrics

Artist  : Q Strange 
Song : Hed Nod Shit
 

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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]