Weirdo Lyrics
Weirdo lyrics by Quarashi, from the Quarashi hit CD featuring the song: Weirdo. A taste of funky fresh meets red hit disco with Quarashi's new CD with song lyrics from the hit song Weirdo. Dance and sing along with your Quarashi DVD and make a name for yourself, even prepare for a karaoke contest by memorizing the Weirdo lyrics. You can be the next Quarashi singing Weirdo lyrics just like a pro.
Weirdo Lyrics
by Quarashi
Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause Im the
prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me
sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, Im holding our
people above. No time to wait theres the gate proceed.
Ive got what you want and Ive got what you need. Im your
musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand
around your neck and your money unspent.
They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Dont do nothing
drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. Im
not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to
not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry yall.
Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra
bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power
and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch.
Your a blank zero, forsaken hero youre always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo
You see the laughing man hes a nut cause hes a Salinger
fan Its the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat
us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just
another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all
cost. Its a malady a sickness you cant floss. You gotta
leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the
track and walk the fine line.
Your a blank zero, forsaken hero youre always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo
Check it check it out here I come not leaving till Im done
Please stay a little longer and youre gonna get some from
the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until its dark
and well be home for you. Now you may fuck up, you
fucking stuck up prick you better watch it before you make
the whole world sick thats it. Making me ill, you know
against your will. Im throwing rhymes like grenades,
making a kill.-a