[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 ****in 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 **** '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 **** 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 ****** 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 ************, who mother suck a cock and his brother **** 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 *****es 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]