Q-Strange - Ghetto Gothic (Feat. Majik Duce) Lyrics
f/ Majik Duce* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1 -Q Strange]Comin' wit the hard shitDemented and the dark shitWickedness regardlessHip-hop sounding GothicWill I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batik, I billem, I kiddemI hittem, I killem and then I just give em the plea of their life I killemIts gonna be and hour or twoSayin' its true prayin' to god I can offer youThis demon is beating, you bleed and screamAnd I got more for youI offer you a chance to run, Ima come and start the huntStalkin' you is half the fun, yo my prey has just begunLeavin' you stunned, paralyzed, leavin' you blind, stab your eyesMakin' you my sacrifice, drown you just like ?Shepard's? wifeThey don't wanna step, you ain't half as niceStab you with a plastic knifeStab and slice, mad at lifeSanity done passed me byHow'd I get so powerless?Can stop, wont stop with the rottin fleshCuttem up quick that's how it isI did that shit, I ain't proud of itNo doubt wit it, I'm reppin' the hot shitHip hop that's gothicWhat are you retarded?Gimme the mic lets get this started[Chorus: repeat 2X]Comin' wit that Ghetto GothicComin' out the darknessWicked shit, you can't stop thisHot shit, and it ain't hard to tellStayin' underground like the flames of hellMurda Murda Murda[Verse 2 - Majik Duce]So sickly, you can't see me like HoudiniWhere the ***** up at your vision?Gothic flippin', rippin', rockin' put with precisionWhat the ***** is up with your rhymin' assWhy the ***** you rhymin' with your hair shookAnd exercising your lead footRunawayBetter putt yo double four magnums awayPath for the gameStep on the main, happy to live for todayCuz 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*)Mutha ***** that harmony shitWhere the ***** your artery *****?Gotta car to start and four more let's startFor more people to hitI'm coming but I guess I'm partly to blameBut I'm just that modern day jokestaWhy 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 blacknessThem enemies wanna attack thisThey keep comin' out wit whack shit, yo practiceBefore you throw stones from yo glass houseComin' at me wit the bullshit, betta believe I'll take that ass outYou passed out, wait, from the wickedest shit that I get when I spitShut yo lips, ***** you *****, went and gotta shovel and I dug yo ditch?You don't wanna step, wanna step to meEven now so you can seeThat ya life's in jeopardyYou bout to meet ya destiny[Chorus][Verse 4 -Q Strange]I been a killa, like Jack the RippaMe runnin' wit that roughneck crew no ones illaWe murder them with the stylee from the sewerYou don't want the glock cuz Ino sharpshooterShady blade cuts smooth if you don't drillaSee da blood clot now they call me blood spillaWe comin' to the place rude boy comin' no one reallaMe got the red heart me gonna kill likeDraculaMe rugged is my stylee no way not direBusta now me comin' straight grimyRagamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back nowComin' not gonna back downWacky 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 heartlessInnocent souls is my targetI rock shit, wit a style straight out the darknessHip hop flows over beats is rap gothicWhen I see ya punk, Ima sleigh that whack garbageFor starters, Ima killem all yo regardlessI shock kids, when I kick a flow and it bothersWhack little *****es yo you cant take the hard shitYou scarred *****, mentally affected by the sicknessWhen it kicks yo, can I get a witness?Rip ya insides out, and then splatter'emSo many homicide records, my cases went platinum[Chorus] - 1.5X
