Q strange lyrics stone kold killa lyrics

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[Verse 1]



I'm a make a club track 'cuz the people love that



Naw fuck that, I'm a keep it all where my loves at



I step up in the club, even Puff starts ta jump



Cuz I buck from the booth wit a rifle I'm a sniper



On the dance floor throwin' 'bows in your grill



At the bar in your drink got dissolved little pills



In the VIP where they poppin' that Cris



Wit my fists around the magnum I crack 'em, I slap 'em



Bouncers runnin' up lookin' bigger than Chewbacca



Sprayin' me wit mace I eat that shit like binaca



Punchin' people out wit brass knuckles on each fist



Throw em down a club, watch 'em cook like a deep dish



And peep this why dem kids sellin' them rolls



Take all they loot, and extort they hoes



When I'm up in the club man I just don't play



Even Ludacris said move get out the way







[Chorus: repeat 2X]



Stone Kold Killa



Stone Kold Killa



I don't give a



Motherfuck about anyone







[Verse 2]



Kickin' in doors, yellin' get on the floor



Ima stone kold killa and I'm ready for more



Duck tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger



All because I'm just a ruthless motherfucker



You so funny man I'll do it for cheap



Naw I'll do it for free I just need some fresh meat



I got peoples heads in my closet and they rotten



Sometimes I take'em out when I wanna make out



I abduct young hoes, tie'em up in the woods



Or sometimes I let 'em run cuz it's even more fun



Gotta gun but I only use that shit for pistol whippin'



I got more creative type ways of kold killin



I'm lost in my demented thoughts and



I'm on Stone Cold and Steve Austin



I'm forcing my way into the game



Kickin' much ass and takin' names



You'll never be the same once you've heard Q Strange, Ima







[Chorus]







[Verse 3]



I took Freddy's glove and I stabbed him in the chest wit it



Took Jason's machete and I stabbed him in the neck wit it



Took Michael Myers mask rocked it to the mall



I let my little boy play wit that chucky doll



Even Stephen King read my lyrics are bugged



I'm the next Bundy I ain't talkin' bout Bud



I love what I do, there ain't no signs of stoppin'



I'm stoppin' over half dead cops I shot dead



I'm hot than, I'm illmortalized here forever



A Stone Kold Killa and I'm just too clever



Ain't got the cheddar but I got somethin' better



The fact that you can't fuck with me naw never



Sever limbs from torsos, head from necks



I'm foaming out the mouth barkin' at DMX







[Chorus] - 2X