Ghetto Gothic (Feat. Majik Duce)

F/ Majik Duce

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[Verse 1 -Q Strange]

Comin' wit the hard s**t

Demented and the dark s**t

Wickedness regardless

Hip-hop sounding Gothic

Will I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batik, I billem, I kiddem

I hittem, I killem and then I just give em the plea of their life I killem

Its 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, Ima 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, wont stop with the rottin flesh

Cuttem up quick that's how it is

I did that s**t, I ain't proud of it

No doubt wit it, I'm reppin' the hot s**t

Hip hop that's gothic

What are you retarded?

Gimme the mic lets get this started

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Comin' wit that Ghetto Gothic

Comin' out the darkness

Wicked s**t, you can't stop this

Hot s**t, and it ain't hard to tell

Stayin' underground like the flames of hell

Murda Murda Murda

[Verse 2 - Majik Duce]

So sickly, you can't see me like Houdini

Where the f**k up at your vision?

Gothic flippin', rippin', rockin' put with precision

What the f**k is up with your rhymin' a**

Why the f**k you rhymin' with your hair shook

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 be travelin' on?

Hittin' the valley but still I manage to be battelin' on

(*Changes from 'Harmony' style to normal rap*)

Mutha f**k that harmony s**t

Where the f**k your artery b***h?

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 s**t like Q

[Verse 3 -Q Strange]

Fact is I'm commin' up outta the blackness

Them enemies wanna attack this

They keep comin' out wit whack s**t, yo practice

Before you throw stones from yo glass house

Comin' at me wit the bullshit, betta believe I'll take that a** out