Treats For The Kiddies Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

(TALKING) 

"A problem? Yeah I got a problem. 

Cause. . . I been waitin for how 

long for this shit to come out? 

Now this the tricks and treats shit, ya know? 

Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it, 

and I'm sick and tired of 

this shit, because... 

all you wack motherphukkers keep comin out with records! 

And guess what I'm about to do? 

Guess what I'm 'bout to do?! 

I'm 'bout to catch you out there. . . 

and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!" 

Who's the jester? 

Under pressure? 

Not me! 

I hate emcees a lot, flee 

Escape, 

I'll tape your mouth closed 

Dispose of your flows 

The ones that you chose 

Don't compare 

Where is your other shit? 

When I discover it 

I'm shovin that shit 

Right back in your mouth, 

And start with another kick 

Good riddance 

Suds of blood like the Red Sea splashes 

When I smash kids 

Ashes and cremations 

We wait in 

The torture chamber 

Of course you blame a 

Brother like Del for murder 

Word up, on a mission 

It's in my heart 

Rippin fools apart 

You dart and dash 

But I'll remove your heart fast 

With my bare hands 

Stashed it into their plans 

I'd like to see it pulsate in my palm 

Squeeze it, squish it 

Eat it with a biscuit 

For breakfast 

You're next if 

You step with 

Your bright ideas 

I might apply years 

Of rhymin 

Til the time when 

I blind men 

With a flash of light 

I'll blast you right 

In the corneas 

I'm warnin ya's 

So take heed to that 

Before you bleed, in fact 

I'm keepin niggaz outta my head 

Outta my head 

Instead, 

they bled 

They dead, 

call the Feds 

(Chorus (4x):) 

"This is how you're treated (this is how you're treated) 

When my rhyme's completed 

Niggaz get defeated (defeated!)" 

I wanna push and shove 

Take off the kid gloves 

Tearin the terrorist 

Where a fist 

Holds a dagger 

Stick it in your stomach and drag your 

Insides across the ground 

Get 'em at the lost and found 

At the police station 

I'm patient 

I won't get you yet 

So no sweat 

You're no threat 

I bet I can belt your brain 

When my scalpel felt your brain 

You convulsed 

No pulse 

We lost him 

Cost him his life 

Phukkin around 

It's too easy to buck 'em down 

Let 'em drown 

Face down in a toilet 

Take his brain and boil it 

Watchin who I tell cuz they'll spoil it 

They might reveal 

My anger is real 

Keep your lips sealed 

Or yo might be the next to keel over 

or Murderous 

Refer to us 

When you feel the need 

To bleed your chicken feed 

Yeah, plead for mercy 

Before I burst free 

I'm blood thirsty 

When it comes to who disturbs me 

I make your life complicated 

Emcees get ground and grated 

While they waited 

In the lobby 

It's my hobby 

It'll prob'ly be me 

Who sees your knees 

Buckle- 

Phuk you 

And your duck crew 

I'ma pluck you from safety 

When I break free 

(CHORUS (4x)) 

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