Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - No Need for Alarm lyrics

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 f**in' 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, d**h to them And silly broads, I f** '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, Ca**idy 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 f** 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 n***az 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 motherf**er Who mother s** a co*k and his brother f** 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 b**hes 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 ...