Del The Funky Homosapien - Del's Couch lyrics

[Intro] f** yo' couch, n***a f** yo' house (f** yo' house) f** yo' house, f** yo' house, f** yo' couch, n***a (Gibberish) f** yo' couch [Verse 1: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Ay, I don't give a f** Motherf**ers need to either give it up or give it up Rivets spit out my neck when I whirl by World's eye view, peekaboo, get stir-fried Dirt dive, first survive get a box of churches Foxes flirtin' but not convertin' Any latter-day simps, average day sh** Toilet got a new seat, images be too deep New speak, pantomime and glue leak From your arteries, hardenin' with ease Pardon me? Nah, pardon you Who are you fools? I'm Sir Diesel, I'm the genuine article Don Juan, time to throw you under the bus Cause you dumb as a dunce funkin' with us Sir Diesel, player of the year Raiders of the lost ark shavin' off your ear Tasin' whoever brazen enough to tippy-toe in my territory (Why, huh? Why?) Because it gets results (Oh, yeah) Gatekeeper, ain't a late sleeper Make deeper psychological connections than these fake people Ridin' away, providin' the flav Keep hidin' your face cause your mind ain't in the right place I might say, so I will now Show you real-style punchlines not allowed Only wit, phonies submit Tap out, sleeper hold, time to take a nap now Feast your eyes on Diesel, beast mode Complete control of the microphone More powerful than characters from Asgard Get baked and charred, perpetratin' a fraud Too large, arguing that's your car they gotta snatch Even and odd, it don't match Peas in a pod? Never that More like tarantulas and arachnophobia, rap symposium F-U, funk university unmercifully work the beat Make lesser verses you speak worship me Sir Dies, you fittin' to see in a minute, G