Strange Songtext
von Tech N9ne

The strangest, straight derangest
Stronjay, Stronjay
Uh, MidwestSide
3DQ Soundlab

Let′s get it on
Rap's new phenomenon
Hit ′em up with the flippers
And rupture your dome
Me calm down
Never you say me song sound like Butch?
You say I'm washed up?
Nigga what, what, what?


This is when I kick it
Get with this rhythmic Syphilis
Fuck them N9ne rhymes
Make 'em go blind every time
On that cannabis, anidous
Not for a mini mind
But the mind of a gauge (high)
On stage cause minimum wage
Has me in a maximum rage
Page ma-ster scrap
Velociraptor of rap

See me, come tight like a pig in a bikini
Please!
All emcees know I be′s on my Q′s and P's
Even Run-D.M.C.′s, I'm a deadly disease
High voltage, just take a look at the psychosis
Deranged, I claim
Dmaged plane, atrocious
Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin
My killer flows makes me jerk my Johnson

He′s strange and I like it
He's strange just the way he is
(Psychotic all day)
Tecca Ninna, Tecca Ninna (What′s up?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn't tell you, baby)
(Makin' rella, baby, flippin′ hella, baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby)


Mushroom headed
Keeps me prophetic
But that slow-motion
Makes me see life like a movie
The Bombay brella
With a ganja stick it′ll get you stuck
If you let it calm me
But no calming Aaron Dante
Just call me the strange or Stran-gé, bombay

Distinguishing the kcuf from tihs
From hip-hop come this
Apocaflypse got control of your hips
Its beautimous
Hella rap metamorphosis
MC corpseses around me
They found me Jacuzzin' with my sorceresses
Fire up the vega, get blowed
And roll to a spot with biancs
Then bust holes in their O′s

So different, they wanna kill me like they killed Bruce Lee
On the set, no shit
Saw my bianc with baguettes
Middle West flex flows
Likes to sex those
Little wet flesh holes
Insane brain frames
Never that plain Jane

He's strange and I like it
He′s strange just the way he is
(Psychotic all day)
Tecca Ninna, Tecca Ninna (What's up?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn′t tell you, baby)
(Makin' rella, baby, flippin' hella, baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby)

I give myself a C-section
With a rusty jagged weapon
Bungee wit 100 feet of slack
In front of my kids with no discretion
Strange days like Julia Lewis and Angela Bassett off in a casket
Trippin′ with the N9ne
Get your mind blown like a head gasket

Mizzery is in the house for the ′99 shot
Futuristic ladies love me a whole whole lot
When demons try to do me jew
They know they wicked
So I bust 'em if you ain′t down with 3DQ
Who be you?
Nina Tech, respect, MidWest Side for life
Grab a mic and hurt you like a LaBianca murder

The sound-lab got my microchip screwed
Malfunction, tihs kcuf ouy mub, now I'm cool
Pain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, insane figures
No shame, aim triggers, lame brain splitters, vein slitters
Gang critters, dame hitters, Wayne livers
Narcotical strange nigga

He′s strange and I like it
He's strange just the way he is
(Psychotic all day)
Tecca Ninna, Tecca Ninna (What′s up?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn't tell you, baby)
(Makin' rella, baby, flippin′ hella, baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby)

Tecca Ninna, Tecca Ninna (What′s up?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn't tell you, baby)
(Makin′ rella, baby, flippin' hella, baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby)