Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Strange] Comin' with 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 bill 'em, I kid 'em I hit 'em, I kill 'em and then I just give em the plea of their life I kill 'em It's gonna be and hour or two, sayin' it's 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, I'ma 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, won't 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 with it, I'm reppin' the hot shit Hip-hop that's gothic, what are you retarded? Gimme the mic, let's get this started [Chorus] Comin' with 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 Comin' with 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 [Post-Chorus] 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 put yo' double four magnums away Path for the game, step on the main, happy to live for today 'Cause if I wasn't, how could I possibly be travelin' on? Hittin' the valley but still I manage to be battelin' on Muthafuck 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 with whack shit, yo practice Before you throw stones from yo glass house Comin' at me with 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] Comin' with 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 Comin' with 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 [Verse 4: Q Strange] I been a killa like Jack the Rippa Me runnin' with that roughneck crew no ones illa We murder them with the style from the sewer You don't want the Glock 'cause 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 watch 'cha back now Comin' not gonna back down, wacky man come to lay the smack down Yo, I'm back now, with the Ghetto Gothic, can't stop it, I'm heartless Innocent souls is my target, I rock shit, with a style straight out the darkness Hip-hop flows over beats is rap gothic When I see ya punk, I'ma sleigh that whack garbage For starters, I'ma kill 'em all yo' regardless I shock kids, when I kick a flow and it bothers Whack little bitches yo you can't 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] Comin' with 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 Comin' with 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