| (Tech N9ne) | |
| I remember when they used to point they fingers and laugh at me | |
| Why? cause I'm a Stranger. | |
| I Remember when they never attended my shows and cursed my name | |
| Why? cause I'm a Stranger. | |
| Now! They pay me big money to do verses to do shows | |
| Why? cause I'm a Stranger. | |
| Now! I'm in every magazine except MTV awards or on all of ya billboards all over seas | |
| Why? cause I'm a Stranger. | |
| (Big Scoob) | |
| It's the criminal the general the villain wow | |
| I'm at the pinnacle and critical so hear me out | |
| See I'm invincible and fin to blow so get ya chow | |
| Spread my tentacles the friend and foe I'm reaching out | |
| I'm tryin' to touch 'em, cause a ruckus, make 'em scream and shout | |
| A gutter movement with my music's what I dream about | |
| I want the Juggalos and niggaros to feel the crowd | |
| One nation under a groove and all goin' wild | |
| White kids walkin' and talkin' like D-boys | |
| Black kids rockin' and moshin' at Strange noise | |
| Gang bangers funkin' for nothing they feel the club | |
| Red and blue gunners and thunders nothin' but love | |
| That's my shit, that's the reason why I'm a Stranger | |
| Nigga that's real spit, found a way to channel my anger | |
| Hopin' it comes quick, for I'm back floatin' with danger | |
| Back on some dumb shit, in the gutters hustlin' for paper | |
| You feel me nigga? Yeah real spill nigga | |
| (Music is my motherfuckin' savior you dig.) | |
| (Steve Stone) | |
| Stevie Stone! | |
| Ruthless and strange connect game | |
| Analyzin', doc's sayin' I'm insane | |
| Vandalize 'em, I'ma fuck up your whole team on that 151 I'm flammable propane | |
| Different mile different hoop different scoop | |
| Got a short temper I'm more bearing the new (uh-hu) | |
| MY head is manic I'm Fightin' tuggin' n' pullin' | |
| and I seem to be a problem so worry 'bout what I'm doin' | |
| schizophrenic, Spasmatic, cause havoc | |
| Three man giving them shit I'm maniac | |
| Pumped, I'm ready to get it crackin' | |
| on the front lines, stoppin' and traffickin' all your affections | |
| Bloody Cal Cognito, Stevie Stone | |
| I hate niggas, show resistance, we at yo door | |
| tame niggas, hurry quickly pick up the phone I'm gone, I'm in my zone, p'zone. | |
| but I get that call from a Stranger (Himmi Hyme!!) | |
| (Tech N9ne)(x2) | |
| It's that murderer spit that'll hit quick and I'll change ya | |
| This clicks full of danger, killer misfits that'll bang ya, blame ya anger | |
| On the game if you cant maintain pain, ya | |
| Gangsta but ya brain can't hang flame came from a Stranger | |
| (Loki) | |
| Hey Cog, Yo whats up Lok? rally up the boys | |
| Whats up? And uh... get my duffel bag from the garage | |
| Which bag you want me to grab? You know the one | |
| All right I gotcha, All right | |
| Now look here when a fakin' playin' undertaker | |
| It comes to it and I will put you under acres | |
| Some do it, Clean as a whistle with a dirty weaponry | |
| Throwin the 45 in to the river while doing 70 | |
| Fuck the party and revelry, I can hardly ever be less than the way of doing dirt | |
| When the evil it feels so heavenly (AHHH HUUUHHH) | |
| Can you feel that? the sensation you get from the Hash marks lacerations that mark another field cat (AHHH HUUUHHH) | |
| Now I'm murder nervous I got the killer jitters | |
| drummin' my fingers on the steerin' wheel | |
| But then when it get real bad | |
| I takes my whiskey straight with no chaser and kill that | |
| I'm over it homie, why in the fuck would I even feel bad? | |
| The raw deal's back | |
| pistol whip slick him with sweat, that hit to yo chest | |
| I puts that shit down to rest, more sick than the rest (bitch) | |
| I'm in the practice of cutting off heads, so I can go and take a shit down your neck. | |
| (Kutt Calhoun) | |
| Stranger... Yeah ahhh huh | |
| I heard the word on the streets that the red one was gettin murked | |
| Some niggas on the South Side of town is feelin' jerky | |
| losing weight and gainin' hate cause they pockets are really hurtin' | |
| Wanna pull the shades down on the nigga and call it dirt | |
| Not only that my nigga they knowin' the way you swervin' | |
| They know about the deuce click alliance and how it's mergin' | |
| With the click clack plan to bring emphasis to the surface | |
| And get the word on you with the interest of bein' worried | |
| NIGGA!!! | |
| Bet I don't, homie its scurvy begin to tuckin' nigga | |
| Bet I don't, have no remorse when you get the tuckin' nigga | |
| Bet I won't, not when niggas be like me shoot it how I shoot it stand up and take a pee like me (bloods) | |
| spittin' through your toofas, I'm a modern Frank Lucas | |
| So you can comprehend that this American gangsta | |
| That slayed ya | |
| All through the hoods like blue magic | |
| Overdosed from my needles learned ya not to take packs from a Stranger | |
| Hahahahah bitch ass niggas, Yeah. | |
| (Tech N9ne)(x2) | |
| It's that murderer spit that'll hit quick and I'll change ya | |
| This clicks full of danger, killer misfits that'll bang ya, blame ya anger | |
| On the game if you cant maintain pain, ya | |
| Gangsta but ya brain can't hang flame came from a Stranger. | |
| (Tech N9ne) | |
| We're every where you turn, you cant run from it, real shit always prevails | |
| Cognito, tell these motherfuckers the fuckin' deal man. | |
| (Cognito) | |
| Bandanas and night bandits with knife antics | |
| Blood on a white canvas from innocent bystanders | |
| When ya wife panics chrome nine drops in no time cops | |
| Surround yo area searchin' a full nine blocks | |
| Pull up my alias | |
| Some times the laziest make for the meanest individuals stereo-typical | |
| Plus he's known to be very invincible barely predictable | |
| Buried a pistol drug erupt and carried the nympho carefully and slow | |
| Back to reality here's the formality I'm sicker than last night | |
| This ain't one two or three it's a fortality | |
| That's the shit you do when tryin' to live on a poor salary | |
| Battery criminal flattery steady pourin' out of me | |
| Had to be drugs and alcohol naturally why you askin' me | |
| Resolve both of 'em that's my problem your problems catchin' me | |
| As soon as Kutt give me the signal im through your kitchen window | |
| I'm creepin' and you in danger rearrange ya label me a Stranger. | |
| Strange Music baby, me and Trav reapin' the benefits of all our blood, sweat and tears. | |
| (Tech N9ne)(x2) | |
| It's that murderer spit that'll hit quick and I'll change ya | |
| This clicks full of danger, killer misfits that'll bang ya, blame ya anger | |
| On the game if you cant maintain pain, ya | |
| Gangsta but ya brain can't hang flame came from a Stranger. | |
| (Tech N9ne) | |
| When the smoke clears, nothin but the Snake & Bat will appear | |
| STRANGE Music! |
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