Del The Funky Homosapien - No Need For Alarm lyrics

(Del) I wait to see your skull vibrate when I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I'll attach it to his focus, when I broke his head in half Feel the wrath, on my behalf I drop math, and english, leave you squeamish Then I squish your wish you're all f**in dreamers (alla y'all) No time for tiddlywinks - if your titties is pink then you are white and I'm not the right man (not for me) But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight I be carvin, MC's when I'm starvin (I'm hungry) You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee Get off me, I'm not your softie But you will cough for your breath and phlegm, d**h to them And silly broads, I f** 'em and I chuck 'em (why?) In the river, without a liver And I donate to science, cause I'm a giver The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn Ask Sean, Ca**idy about how I trash MC's On the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it Doubt it but it's true, get a clue (get a clue) I'm tellin you the truth you'll be toothless The boots get smoked like they on fire, I desire Like Salt'N'Pepa, I'll f** a fat heffer (yeah) like I was Fritz the Cat, and she admits to fat So I'm movin removin wackness from my stratosphere If I thought that that was near (CHORUS: repeat 4X w/ variations) "You still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me.." (Del) Listen to this You're just a test tube baby, you can't fade me, but hey G Your style is lazy, boy you're crazy Losin it, check out my fusion kit (here it is) It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling (rrrahh) Getting bigger, getting n***az in headlocks Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner I crush fools plus tunes used by the master will blast you into Tuesday, when I bruise a motherf**er, who mother s** a co*k and his brother f** a jock, and his sister, got blisters on her lips that be spreadin, she be-headin (yes she do) Showin cleavage, with my futuristic styles I leave kids in a trance, hypnotizin your eyes spin back in your head like you dead but instead you was buggin Ugly b**hes get the dillz after shows (shows) Cause I don't be runnin after hoes that be stank I thank the Lord, for my thought connected to the microphone, so check the cycle tone that I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumps The mac daddy makes you jump! (yeah) I pump info, into nymphos, who be bonin Clonin, Vanessa Del Rio And yes sir Del see no evil, hear no evil It's normal, I come formal, to keep 'em warm 'til the morn' (CHORUS) (sample in chorus repeats to fade)