No Need For Alarm - Del The Funky 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 
leaving you squeamish 
then I squish your wish 
you're all phucken dreamers 
no time for tiddlywinks if your tities is pinks 
then you are white and I'm not the right man (not for me) 
but you can blow pipe and 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 call through your breath to him, 
def to them 
silly broads, I phuck them then I chuck them 
in the river 
without a liver, 
then 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 
darlin but it's true 
get a clue 
I'm tellin you the truth you'll be toothless 
then the boots gets smoked like they on fire, 
I desire 
like Salt N Pepa I'll phuck a fat heifer, 
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:] 
"Still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me..." 
You're just a test tub 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 niggas in hea