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-5A No Need for Alarm

Del the Funky Homosapien
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I wait to see your skull vibrate When I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it I'll attach it to his fungus 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, your all fuckin' dreams Time for tiddlywinks If your titties is pink then you are white and I'm not the right man But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight I be carvin' MCs when I'm starvin' You little chunks of post that I dumps in my coffee Get off me, I'm not your softie But you a cough for your breath and flip Death to them and silly broads I fuck 'em then I chuck 'em in the river without a liver And I donate to science 'cause I'm a giver The mysterious clearly bust brains with my raw Now Sean Cassidy about how I trash MCs on the daily Alex Haley had to write about it Doubt it but it's true, get a clue I'm tellin' you the truth, yo we two Mr. Boots get smoked like they on fire I desire like salt and pepper I fuck a fat heffer like I was Fritz the Cat It's me and Mr. Fat So I'm movin', removin' wackness from my stratosphere If I thought that that was here You still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still, still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag, still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still, still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me This is 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 It's welding rhymes and repelling, swelling Getting bigger, getting niggas in headlocks Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner I crush fools plus tools used by the master Will blast you into Tuesday when I bruise that 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 headless Showin' cleavage with my futuristic style I leave kids in a trance, hypnotized And your eyes spin back in your head like you dead But instead you was buggin' Ugly bitches get the drills after shows 'Cause I don't be runnin' after hoes that be stank I thank the Lord for my cord Connected to my microphone, so check the cycle tone That I be arousin', housin', to blouse and your pumps The mack daddy makes you jump I pump info into nymphos who be bonin' Clonin' Vanessa Del Rio And yes Adele see no evil, hear no evil It's normal I come formal to keep 'em warm to the bone You still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still, still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag, still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag that you, still, still brag That you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag that you can harm me but you don't You still brag that you can harm me but you don't You still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag that you can harm me but you don't You still brag that you can harm me but you don't You still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag that you, still, still brag That you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag, still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me You still brag that you can harm me but you don't alarm me