Q Strange - Ghetto Gothic lyrics

Verse 1

Comin wit the hot shit
Demented and the dark shit
Wickedness regardless
Hiphop sounding Gothic
Ready I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batic, i billem, I kiddem
I hittem, I killem and then I just givem the thrill of their life i killem its gonna be now
I do so 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 this done, paralyzed, leavin you blind, stab your eyes
Makin you my sacrifice, drown you jus like Shatner's wife
They dont wanna step, you aint 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 bone of flesh
Cuttem up quick thats how it is
I did that shit, I aint proud of it
No doubt wit it, Im bringin the hot shit
Hiphop thats gothic
What are you retarted?
Gimme the mic lets get this started

(2x)Chorus
Comin wit that Ghetto Gothic
Comin out the darkness
Wicked shit, you cant stop this
Hot shit, and it aint hard to tell
Stayin underground like the flames of hell

Majik Duce
you can see me like hudini
when i fuck up with ya vision
ghetto gothic flippin, rippin, rockin, cought with precision
cant nobody fuck our rhymin ass
dont know why the fuck you rhymin with ya head shut
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 keep travelin' on?
Hittin' the valley but still I manage to keep battelin' on

Mutha Fuck that harmony shit
Where the fuck your artery bitch?
Gotta car thats gone b'for mornin start
till yo' partners are hit
kill em' but I guess I'm partly to blame
But I'm just that modern day jokesta
i can call you Q Strange
But you ain't Shit like Q


Q strange
Fact is im coming up out of the blackness
Them emcees wanna attack this
They keep comin out wit wack 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 dont wanna step, wanna step to me
Even now so both can see
That ya lifes in jeopardy,
You bout to meet ya destiny

(2x)Chorus



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
Do not want the glock cuz i'm no sharpshooter
My Shady blade cuts more if it dont drilla
See da blood clot now they call me blood spilla
they call the place to rude boy comin no one realla
We got red hot mircale like Dracula
Got me rastyling no you not iree
now gotta run to busta now me comin straight grimey
Raggamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back now
Comin not gon back down
workin with them we're comin to smack ya

Yo Im back now, wit the Ghetto Gothic, cant stop it, Im 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 wack garbage
For starters, Ima killem all yo regardless
I shock kids, when I kick a flow and it bothers
Wack little bitches yo you cant take the hard shit
You scarred bitch, mentally effected by the sickness
When I kicks it yo, can I get a witness
Rip ya insides out, and then splatter'em
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum

(3x) Chorus