No Need For Alarm Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

(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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