Murderkill

Q Strange

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    [Chorus]
    Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill
    I'm Q-Strange, they say I'm quite ill

    [Verse 1]
    I'm a basket case, I'm sure your path is demented
    All this anger inside needs to be vented
    Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face
    Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place
    A nutcase wit a taste for torture
    A bloody butcher knife is in my hand ready to slaughter
    I oughta get treatment for my sick mind
    I saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said I'm fine
    But I'm about to watch you suffer kid
    Strap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelids
    Prying them open till you can't sleep for weeks
    In ya own fecal matter, is all you can eat
    And then for a treat, I might slice ya neck
    Or maybe stab ya chest you'll be beggin' for death yes
    When I write lyrics I don't need a pen or a pad
    I just grab a knife and start to stab
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    And on my wall in drippin' blood I write my rhymes
    I got eyeballs hangin' on my porch like wind chimes
    And if you think that's sick, just open my fridge
    I got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbs
    In my trash bin I fill to the rims
    With bloody guts, what the fuck, life is pretty grim
    Severed heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patch
    I grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sack
    And that's a fact, I got the innovation that you lack
    A wacky jack in a crappy act, singin' happy raps
    But if it's sinister then that's a different story
    Fuck keep it real man, I'd rather keep it real gory

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    [Verse 2]
    Don't try to understand the sick talk
    I'm runnin' down the street with dead babies on a pitchfork
    A bitch talk I don't hesitate to stab her
    Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala
    Then I take her out, I drag her in the house
    The funs about to begin I take my tools out
    Now, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummy
    Surprise surprise this ones an expecting mommy
    I remove the fetus and I put it in a jar
    Pull out some vital organ like the spleen and a heart
    I rap it up and put it in a bag so I can take
    It to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch break
    This is great and the fun is just startin'
    I rap intestines, all around my apartment like garland
    Look down at the hollow corpse a pretty sight
    Kiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnight
    Now who's that sleepin' in my bed
    It's a dead body wit no head
    Skin is turning gray, starting to decay
    Smellin' really bad, but I like it that way
    Get under the covers, hug her cuz I love her
    First thing in the morning I guess I'll dispose of her
    Click on the TV before I go to sleep
    The news says two kids have been missing for weeks
    If they only knew one was dead floating down the creek
    And the other one is in my torture chamber as we speak
    I'm unique and I'm sick abstract in the thoughts in my head
    I'm crazy I wanna see you dead, wanna

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