Head Nod Shit Lyrics

Q Strange

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Head Nod Shit
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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 (2x)Chorus 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 (2x)Chorus

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