Buy my friggin album bitch!

by Q Strange

[Verse 1]
Buy my CD or I´ll break your fuckin´ head
I got 15 hundred copies in boxes under my bed
Heard what I said, buy it, shit at least try it
This shit is dope as fuck don´t make me pull your ears with pliers
Ain´t no one buyin´ my album it should´ve been platinum
At least gold, the kids don´t buy my shit I´m gonna crack´em
My idea street promotion is drivin´ through places
And peggin´ promo tapes at peoples faces sayin´ "buy it you homo"
A promo, what? you want free shit
You better pay up, I´ll even take food stamps kid
If you ain´t got a job, man it´s cool you can rob
Still from your old man, cuz he´s a fat drunken slob
And ya mom, she´s blown in lonely Ville for 20
So just tell that smelly hoe you need some money buddy
I go to the stores that are selling LP´s
Tell´em move some fuckin´ units or I´ll break your friggin knees
Emcees don´t even wanna battle me now
My put my lyrics up because I started knockin´ bitches out
Interrupt rock sets from alternative bands
I snatch the mic and start beatin´ till it´s hurtin´ my hands
Then I kick my wicked flows until the cops are called
I´ll throw a bar stool and start a bar room brawl
As I run out the door, just before I jet
Don´t forget to buy my album on CD or cassette

I´m a dope emcee but a shitty self promoter
I´ll sign a contract for a hoagie and soda
I´ma use force like as if my name was Yoda
Buy my shit quick man just do what I told ya
Can´t work for a living gotta eat off this
Plus I gotta crib, and a wife, and a kid
I´ma shove in your face till you purchase it
Just buy my friggin album bitch!

[Verse 2]
Don´t be a cheap fuck it´s just 11.99
And it´s worth it, I ain´t sayin´ that because it´s mine
If it´s whack, don´t even think you´ll get your money back
You and your boys can make fun of it, yo I like it when you crack
Take a bat, and use the thing for batting practice man smash it
I don´t give a fuck man fuckin´ bash it you can have it
I really don´t care man just purchase the shit
I really don´t feel like havin´ to hurt you bitch
But I will, so find a way to cop my shit quick
Before I find you first, and beat ´cha fat ass wit a stick
Go on Carson Daily´s show and request my video
"You ain´t got one" I know, just fuckin´ do it yo
The radio don´t play me and I got no distribution
Ima walk into Land Speed and just start shootin´
I can´t sell cds even in my own city
Ima change my name to Q stiggy and start actin´ jiggy
I got promo posters as wall paper in my crib
And I wonder why no one´s ever heard of my shit
If I went out and promoted I could probably sell a record
But instead I´ll just sit and scratch myself, hey yo check it


If you don´t go out and buy my cd
I´m gonna fuckin´ kick your ass
I ain´t even playin´ wit ´chu
I am literally gonna knock you the fuck out
If you don´t go out and buy the shit
Just fuckin´ buy it man
You can afford it
What the fuck is wrong wit ´chu?
It´s a fuckin´ dope album man just pick it up
What ´chu mean you never heard of me?
It doesn´t matter if you never heard of me
I´m fuckin´ tellin´ you now just buy the shit, what?


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