Treats For The Kiddies - 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