[Intro: Violent J]
"Q Strange, legendary in the Wicked Shit
His album, Strangeland, ferocious in the Wicked Shit realm
Q Strange, one of the biggest names in the Wicked Shit period
And it's an honor to have him on the Tunnel Runners as well"

[Chorus]
Welcome to Strangeland come on down
Step into my world, try to take my crown
Now I have returned and I locked the gates
Now you can't leave and there's no escape

The strangеst has returned
So let thе bridges burn, burn, burn
The strangest has returned
Burn, burn, burn

Show some gratitude, you don't want me gettin' mad at you

[Verse]
Stranded on Strangeland
A crazy wicked killer and scumbag
It's wasted upon of the grave that I'm here to reclaim for the comeback
I know that it's just been a little bit of a hot minute since I was in it
Now you admit it, you sayin' I was gonna quit it
And I didn't mean to leave it over these people who put a seal
And keep control over my soul until I need to make a sequel
The place I used to rule is being claimed by false idols
Got the title of an album or a song that is my child
It's all I have that makes me anything to anybody
And without it I am nothing, I won't let you take it from me
I'm the king of Strangeland, till the casket is dropped
While the plighter goes pop, like a Jack In The Box
You gaspin' in shock? Didn't think I'd blast it in shots?
151. Have a glass of the Rox, you stackin' the guap
I'm still a scumbag and a wop
About to serve you like that waitress
I just grabbed from your arm
Strangeland, built it with my bare hands
And you think that I'm scared, damn
You lookin' like a hip-hop headband
Glam rap, behind all the glitter and glitz
And theatrics and hat-tricks, make-believe magic
You bat-shit crazy, you got lazy as fuck, dude
Not hungry like you was, in fact you even said "Fuck food"
But do whatever you must do
Maintain, claim strange, but every time you drop you say the same things
Hey dude, you pay dues, so laugh and count the cash you make
You saturate your fanbase with a product that you have to make
You rush shit
Run out of ideas and try to touch shit, that don't belong to you and say you've never heard my dumb shit
Strangeland, admittedly the word ain't so absurd, but your title is the lyrics to my song, word for word
Try and scam, 2005 you said: "Oh, I'm a fan"
And man, I even seen you hold my album in your tiny hands
And show your mans, "That cover art is sick!"
But you stick to the story that you ain't all on my dick
Then you bite me, not because you're hype or you're frightening
But then you sign the cap that sounds remarkably like me
Unoriginal, you diggin' for material appeal and though you got my nook up like you made that video
And then this (relentless)
They say that there's no chance
I rap Gary Coleman wearing makeup as a bromance
And probably want a slow dance
Enchanted by my bornt talent
And you're sad if you think you ain't on my ball baggage
Like sure, grab it, but actually, it's sad
The fact is, I was dancing with my hype man dressed in drag, not gay as y'all faggots
You successful, but sneezin' on the mic don't bless you
Only text you've seen was from your wife sayin' she left you
I bet you find it unimportant, 'cause the thought of being on a boat is borin' and recordin', just ignore 'em
As you paint your face and sell your soul, you're whorin' to the fans and the supporters who afford it
Sayin' that you do it for 'em, and you act like you created that whore only to support 'em
But the truth is you adapted to a scene that isn't yours
Just to extort it from the hand that fed you, painted a face in shame and disgrace
You hate it yet you claim to create, and ain't it fake
Damn, I wish you'd leave me alone
But if you don't get off my throne, I'ma rock you in your red nose
Oh what a low - Oh what a low
To pretend that you don't know that you be rappin' what I wrote 10 years ago
With a record called killer when you timid like a little child
Then you went and posed for the cover as a pedophile
In denial while you hate on Q and just ignore me
I tried reachin' out, why you ain't call me?
For a verse or a hook or some possum you kid
I ain't even get a letter sayin' sorry an' shit
Technically N9ne only has 9 rhymes, and does the same song 999 times
Einstein. Found the formula to get in the game
Lil Wayne and an auto tune hook by T-Pain
And straight pop shit, forgettin' that the kids in your moshpit
Just got this dim JNCO jeans from Hot Topic
I'm not a Target
And if you really so famous then why the fuck you ask me for the hook-up when you come to Vegas?
It's killin' you
When the creative well runs dry
I wonder why you so blind to think that you could take mine
I say lines got crossed when you jock my style
I give you two black eyes like Monoxide Child
Plottin' a scheme, followin' me, then you be jockeyin' and copyin' me
Never thought in my rottenest dreams you was a bitch
Not that I mean
Who woulda thought, you was a punk, sloppily copyin' and it's a front
Don't got a gun
But I got a TEC in the trunk
Know that I'm so busted and broke, pulled up awake and got nothin' to show
All of my music is dusty and old
Nobody comin' to none of my shows
Motherless, rugged and skid row, been 7 days and I'm in the same clothes
Sippin' on my liquor and spittin' the flows
Knowin' I'll never explode or get dope
One thing I know is I'm raising my own
Every day they know daddy is home
Livin' a life that is not on the road
And one thing they know is pops never stole
[Bridge]
You can try to make a mockery
Nothing is stopping me
Thought I was going to quit that be a miracle
Show some gratitude, you don't want me gettin' mad at you

[Chorus]
Welcome to Strangeland come on down
Step into my world, try to take my crown
Now I have returned and I locked the gates
Now you can't leave and there's no escape

The strangest has returned
So let the bridges burn, burn, burn
The strangest has returned
Burn, burn, burn

You don't want me gettin' mad at you