: [Verse 1] Assaulting emcee's with my lyrical artillery You sicken me the epitome of lyrical wizardry Ability for spitten' these rhymes without no sympathy
just that modern day jokesta Why do you all try to be like Q Strange? But you ain't Shit like Q [Verse 3: Q Strange] Fact is I'm commin' up outta the
my home Makin love to the break of dawn After all I've done for you Had nothin but love for you Now you wanna go and get comfortable With some strange
: xAll of my life ever since the beginning I wanted to fit in I tried but I didnt I went in, I'm losin they call me a loser A loner, a stoner, drug user
: [Verse 1] Still driftin', this time I'm in a stolen Lincoln Remains in the backseat inside stinkin' I'm thinkin', gotta go find me a sink and Clean
: Yeah Q Strange Wit dat Illriginal Style [Verse 1] Reppin' deep subterranean, crazy up in the cranium I'm lookin' mo' suspicious than Arabians with
: [Verse 1] Some knew my uncle Roc as a mob figure But to me he was much bigger he was like a father figure All that crooked shit he did he never let
: [Verse 1] Makin' precision incisions, with it this talent I'm givin' Didn't know how to keep livin' so I just started the killin' Sick in the head
more shit than Cottonelle [Chorus: x2] 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
: [Chorus] People wanna know why I'm so fucked up Could it be because of the way I grew up I didn't have much and times were tough And I deal with this
: [Verse 1] I can't take anymore I'm gettin' depressed And I feel this stress inside my chest Its gonna explode I gotta load of shit on my mind I'm tryin
: Brand New For 2003 That Murderous Shit [Chorus] Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill I'm Q-Strange, they say I'm quite ill [Verse 1] I'm a basket case
: See back in the 1970's it was like I was a fetus in a jar, conceived in a lab Raised by scientists, no mom or dad I was the the first human clone
mangled a torso tied to a rope Got back in the car They thought they was in danger Let this be a lesson to don't ever talk to strangers Takin lives
: Rollin down the ave in my piece of shit ride It barely even runs and it stinks inside But I really don't care cuz its gettin me where I'm goin I'm
xHi I'm just a regular guy It's just an illusion I made from the outside Inside I got a sick mind When the mask goes on just prepare to die [x2] Strange
to the chamber underground Ropes and chains leave you tied up and bound No one gets out when you're here you're mine Q Strange can't stop committing
: Walkin down the street and I'm clenchin my fists I'm waitin for a punk bitch to even start talkin shit Not today please man I'm not in the mood Don
