No Need For Alarm Lyrics - Singles - Del Tha Funkee Homosapien

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 

No 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', MC's when I'm starvin' 

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 

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 

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 

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 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still, still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still bet, still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still, still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

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 

It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling 

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' , 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 

'Cause I don't be runnin' after hoes that be stank 

I thank the Lord, for my thought 

Connected to my microphone, so check the cycle tone 

That I be arousin', housin' your blouse and your pumps 

The mac daddy makes you jump 

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' 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

You still bet that you can harm me 

But you don't alarm me 

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