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 fuckin 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, death to them

And silly broads, I fuck '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, Cassidy 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 fuck 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 niggaz 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

motherfucker, who mother suck a cock

and his brother fuck 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 bitches 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]