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Текст (слова) песни: Del The Funky Homosapien - No Need for Alarm

[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]

 

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