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 yall motherphukkers that listen to it,
and Im sick and tired of
this shit, because...
all you wack motherphukkers keep comin out with records!
And guess what Im about to do?
Guess what Im bout to do?!
Im bout to catch you out there. . .
and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!"
Whos the jester?
Under pressure?
Not me!
I hate emcees a lot, flee
Escape,
Ill tape your mouth closed
Dispose of your flows
The ones that you chose
Dont compare
Where is your other shit?
When I discover it
Im 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
Its in my heart
Rippin fools apart
You dart and dash
But Ill remove your heart fast
With my bare hands
Stashed it into their plans
Id like to see it pulsate in my palm
Squeeze it, squish it
Eat it with a biscuit
For breakfast
Youre 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
Ill blast you right
In the corneas
Im warnin yas
So take heed to that
Before you bleed, in fact
Im keepin niggaz outta my head
Outta my head
Instead,
they bled
They dead,
call the Feds
[Chorus x4:]
"This is how youre treated (this is how youre treated)
When my rhymes 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
Im patient
I wont get you yet
So no sweat
Youre 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
Its 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 theyll 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
Im 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
Its my hobby
Itll probly be me
Who sees your knees
Buckle-
Phuk you
And your duck crew
Ima pluck you from safety
When I break free
[CHORUS x4]
[ Heats For The Kiddies Lyrics ]