Brand New For 2003
   That Murderous Shit
  
   [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
   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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