The strangest, straight derangestStrange(Strawn Jay)StrangeUh, Midwest side, hit that BombayLet's get it on, raps new phenomenonHit 'em up with the flippers and rupture your domeMe calm down, never you say me song sound like buttYou say, I'm washed up? Nigga, what, what, what?This is when I kick, kick it with this rhythmic syphilisFuck dem 9 rhymes, make 'em go blind every timeOn that cannabis and it is not for the mini mindBut the mind of a gage highOn stage 'cause minimum wage had me in a maximum ragePage masta scrap, the velosoraptor of rapSee me, come tight like a pig in a bikiniPlease, all emcees know I be on my Q's and P'sEven Run D.M.C., I'm a deadly diseaseHigh voltage, just take a look at the psychosisDeranged, I claimed the man's plain atrociousFlows be constant, I rock from here to WisconsinMy killer flow makes me jerk my JohnsonHe's strange and I like itHe's strange(All day all night)Just the way he is(Uh, like this)Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina(Wassup?)Why you so damn psycho?(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby)(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)Mushroom headed keeps me propheticBut that slow motion makes me see life like a movieThe Bombay brother with the ganja stickIt'll get you stuck if you letCalm me, but no calming Aron DanteJust call me the strange or strange BombayDistinguishing the kcuf from tihsFrom hip hop comes thisApocalypse got control of your hipsA, it's beautimous, hella rap metamorphosisMC corpsesis around meThey found me jacuzzin' with my sorceressesFire up the Vega and get blowedAnd roll to a spot with BiancsThen bust hoes in their oldsSo different they wanna kill me like they killed Bruce LeeWhat? On the set, no shetSaw my Bianc with bagetsMidwest flex flows, likes to sex thoseLittle wet flesh holes, insane brain framesNever that plane JaneHe's strange and I like itHe's strange(All day all night)Just the way he is(Uh, like this)Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina(Wassup?)Why you so damn psycho?(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby)(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)I can give myself a C-sectionWith a rusty jagged weaponBungee wit 100 feet of slackIn front of my kids with no discretionStrange days like Juliet LewisAnd Angela Basset off in a casketTrippin with the 9Get your mind blown like a head gasketMizzery's in the house for the '99 shotFuturistic ladies love me a whole whole lotWhen demons try to do me JewThey know they wickedSo I bust 'em if you ain't down with 3DQWho be you? Nina Tech, respect, Midwest SideFor life, grab a mic, and hurt you like a La' Bianca murderThe sound lab got my microchip screwedAh shit, malfunction back words, this, kcuf, uoy, mub, now I'm coolPain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, insane figuresNo shame aim triggas, lame brain splitters, vein slitter, gang crittersDame hitters, Wayne livers, narcotical strange niggaHe's strange and I like itHe's strange(All day all night)Just the way he is(Uh, like this)Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina(Wassup?)Why you so damn psycho?(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby)(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)