[Intro: Tech N9ne]
The strangest, straight derangest, Stronjay, Stronjay
Uh, MidwestSide... 3DQ Soundlab
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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 Butt?
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, and it is, 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, damaged plane, atrocious
Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin
My killer flows makes me jerk my Johnson
[Chorus: 'Trice I Tech N9ne]
He's strange and I like it
He's strange just the way he is
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
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
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
It's 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
[Chorus: 'Trice I Tech N9ne]
He's strange and I like it
He's strange just the way he is
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus: 'Trice I Tech N9ne]
He's strange and I like it
He's strange just the way he is
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
Why you so damn psycho?
Couldn't tell you, baby
Makin' rella, baby, flippin' hella, baby
Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby