Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - No Need for Alarm
Del The Funky Homosapien - No Need for Alarm слова песни
[Del]I wait to see your skull vibratewhen I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I`ll attach itto his focus, when I broke his head in halfFeel the wrath, on my behalfI drop math, and english, leave you squeamishThen I squish your wish you`re all fuckin dreamers (alla y`all)No time for tiddlywinks - if your titties is pinkthen you are white and I`m not the right man (not for me)But you can blow pipe, my style is so tightI be carvin, MC`s when I`m starvin (I`m hungry)You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffeeGet off me, I`m not your softieBut you will cough for your breath and phlegm, death to themAnd silly broads, I fuck `em and I chuck `em (why?)In the river, without a liverAnd I donate to science, cause I`m a giverThe mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawnAsk Sean, Cassidy about how I trash MC`sOn the daily, Alex Haley had to write about itDoubt it but it`s true, get a clue (get a clue)I`m tellin you the truth you`ll be toothlessThe boots get smoked like they on fire, I desireLike Salt`N`Pepa, I`ll fuck a fat heffer (yeah)like I was Fritz the Cat, and she admits to fatSo I`m movin removin wackness from my stratosphereIf 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 thisYou`re just a test tube baby, you can`t fade me, but hey GYour style is lazy, boy you`re crazyLosin it, check out my fusion kit (here it is)It`s welding rhymes and propelling, swelling (rrrahh)Getting bigger, getting niggaz in headlocksInstead lock your scanners on Bruce BannerI crush fools plus tunes used by the masterwill blast you into Tuesday, when I bruise amotherfucker, who mother suck a cockand his brother fuck a jock, and his sister, got blisterson her lips that be spreadin, she be-headin (yes she do)Showin cleavage, with my futuristic styles I leave kidsin a trance, hypnotizin your eyes spinback in your head like you dead but instead you was bugginUgly bitches get the dillz after shows (shows)Cause I don`t be runnin after hoes that be stankI thank the Lord, for my thoughtconnected to the microphone, so check the cycle tonethat I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumpsThe mac daddy makes you jump! (yeah)I pump info, into nymphos, who be boninClonin, Vanessa Del RioAnd yes sir Del see no evil, hear no evilIt`s normal, I come formal, to keep `em warm `til the morn`[CHORUS][sample in chorus repeats to fade]