(Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funny Man this shit ain't funny I have a problem And I need help I mean goddamn look at me
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
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't
thoughts and I'm on Stone Cold and Steve Austin I'm forcing my way into the game Kickin' much ass and takin' names You'll never be the same once you've heard Q Strange
don't play me and I got no distribution Ima walk into Land Speed and just start shootin' I can't sell cds even in my own city Ima change my name to Q
[Chorus:] Sweet dreams close your eyes Listin to these morbid lullabies Waken up in cold sweats in the middle of the night Nightmares nightmares got you
The insane brain of Q Strange will reign Remember that when I slice your veins You don't wanna fuck with the killa right here I'll tear your legs off
You'll never leave me You need me in this life You can't live without me I own you You belong to me That's right, don't ever try to leave me Because you
This is for all the lost souls, there is hope Happiness is all I want but I am caught by misery And no one understands or even cares if I just live or
joint down Just kill people, old people, young people, black people white people Don't discriminate ? We're all equal I know nobody understands you and they think you're strange
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
is on my teeth Lyrics so strange they confuse Kool Keith Strange, like unexplained, unsolved mysteries Graphic, violent, oozing with misery (Is it me or is this emcee sound strange
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
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 uranium
[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 up
[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 when
[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 us