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pop! - q strange lyrics

[verse 1]
if you hearin’ what i’m spittin’ then you diggin’ in the darkness
for gothic hard sh-t, motherf-ck the pop charts b-tch
the concerts and the m-sses can’t handle the masters
of wicked sh-t! cause we the underground b-st-rds
of hip hop, like grip locks and sick parts in ziplocs
and get punchin’ each other when this brutal mosh pit starts
we takin’ out the mainstream, each and every artist
i’m on a murder spree to k!ll ’em all yo, regardless
all these simple cats snappin’ they fingers, leanin’ back
i’ma snap they f-ckin’ necks and step over they backs
hey look! i really got akon on a hook
literally in my bas-m-nt, kid is hangin’ on a hook
swingin’ and dangelin’ on a chain cut in half
i put t in pain when his brain guts splattered
hit justin with a timber and dumped his -ss in a lake
and i ain’t done, i’t’s just begun, the underground is at stake

[hook x2]
it might blow up, but it won’t go – pop!
it might blow up, but it won’t go – pop!
we might blow up but we will never go – pop!
kickin’ wicked sh-t until my cold heart stops!

[verse 2]
takin’ out every b-tch that i’m hearin’ on the radio
i hate it yo, they hatin’ on the crazy flow and payin’ dough
to all the overrated kids, well now it’s gonna stop
‘cuz it’s really goin’ down to all the youngins on the jock
bunch of rapper in a duffle bag boy
and lable exec’s are now becoming unemployeed
you! ain’t no superman, i’ll take an axe and throw
blood and guts is everywhere, “we supersoaked them hoes!”
you want me in the club doin’ a “shoulder lean”
but i’d rather take a knife and stab your throat and spleen
with a hammer to the knees, now let me see ya “walk it out”
cause i can’t even relate to what these rappers talk about
i throw a pipe bomb and i’ll blow up ya spot
and you in flames scremin’ “this is why i’m, this is why i’m hot”
you could make a mil, sayin’ nothin’ on a track
but i’mma f-ckin’ k!ll every rapper that is whack

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
even b-tches ain’t safe, i got these hoes on they knees
i hit fergie with a brick and gave that b-tch a black eyed “peas”
what’s the fun in suckin’ d-ck, one in the neck with some pearls
nah ya need to “swallow that girl”
i went to rehab and checked in with amy winehouse for heroin
enough to k!ll an elephant, but really that’s irrelevant
beyonce in the closet man, gagged and tied
to remain until she dies, it’s your “destiny child”
i carjacked rihanna, told her shut up and drive
shoved an umbrella down her throat and then i opened it wide
ciara had my goodies in her mouth but wouldn’t swallow
so i dumped my load all over nelly furtado
danity kane, all them b-tches got slain
but i made them call me diddy as i viciously raped
i’m morbid, f-cked every chick and they was all sick
except for missy though, i wouldn’t f-ck her with your d-ck

[hook x2]

- q strange lyrics

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