Ghetto Gothic

Q Strange

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    [Verse 1 - Q Strange]
    Comin' wit the hard shit
    Demented and the dark shit
    Wickedness regardless
    Hip-hop sounding Gothic
    Will I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batik, I billem, I kiddem
    I hittem, I killem and then I just give em the plea of their life I killem
    Its gonna be and hour or two
    Sayin' its true prayin' to god I can offer you
    This demon is beating, you bleed and scream
    And I got more for you
    I offer you a chance to run, Ima come and start the hunt
    Stalkin' you is half the fun, yo my prey has just begun
    Leavin' you stunned, paralyzed, leavin' you blind, stab your eyes
    Makin' you my sacrifice, drown you just like ?Shepard's? wife
    They don't wanna step, you ain't half as nice
    Stab you with a plastic knife
    Stab and slice, mad at life
    Sanity done passed me by
    How'd I get so powerless?
    Can stop, wont stop with the rottin flesh
    Cuttem up quick that's how it is
    I did that shit, I ain't proud of it
    No doubt wit it, I'm reppin' the hot shit
    Hip hop that's gothic
    What are you retarded?
    Gimme the mic lets get this started

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    Comin' wit that Ghetto Gothic
    Comin' out the darkness
    Wicked shit, you can't stop this
    Hot shit, and it ain't hard to tell
    Stayin' underground like the flames of hell

    Murda Murda Murda

    [Verse 2 - Majik Duce]
    So sickly, you can't see me like Houdini
    Where the fuck up at your vision?
    Gothic flippin', rippin', rockin' put with precision
    What the fuck is up with your rhymin' ass
    Why the fuck you rhymin' with your hair shook
    And exercising your lead foot
    Runaway
    Better putt yo double four magnums away
    Path for the game
    Step on the main, happy to live for today
    Cuz if I wasn't, how could I possibly be travelin' on?
    Hittin' the valley but still I manage to be battelin' on

    (*Changes from 'Harmony' style to normal rap*)

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    Mutha Fuck that harmony shit
    Where the fuck your artery bitch?
    Gotta car to start and four more let's start
    For more people to hit
    I'm coming but I guess I'm partly to blame
    But I'm 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 blackness
    Them enemies wanna attack this
    They keep comin' out wit whack shit, yo practice
    Before you throw stones from yo glass house
    Comin' at me wit the bullshit, betta believe I'll take that ass out
    You passed out, wait, from the wickedest shit that I get when I spit
    Shut yo lips, fuck you bitch, went and gotta shovel and I dug yo ditch?
    You don't wanna step, wanna step to me
    Even now so you can see
    That ya life's in jeopardy
    You bout to meet ya destiny

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 4 - Q Strange]
    I been a killa, like Jack the Rippa
    Me runnin' wit that roughneck crew no ones illa
    We murder them with the stylee from the sewer
    You don't want the glock cuz I no sharpshooter
    Shady blade cuts smooth if you don't drilla
    See da blood clot now they call me blood spilla
    We comin' to the place rude boy comin' no one realla
    Me got the red heart me gonna kill like Dracula
    Me rugged is my stylee no way not dire
    Busta now me comin' straight grimy
    Ragamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back now
    Comin' not gonna back down
    Wacky man come to lay the smack down

    (*Changes from Jamaican style rap back to normal*)

    Yo I'm back now, wit the Ghetto Gothic, cant stop it, I'm heartless
    Innocent souls is my target
    I rock shit, wit a style straight out the darkness
    Hip hop flows over beats is rap gothic
    When I see ya punk, Ima sleigh that whack garbage
    For starters, Ima killem all yo regardless
    I shock kids, when I kick a flow and it bothers
    Whack little bitches yo you cant take the hard shit
    You scarred bitch, mentally affected by the sickness
    When it kicks yo, can I get a witness?
    Rip ya insides out, and then splatter'em
    So many homicide records, my cases went platinum

    [Chorus] - 1.5X

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