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
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Title: Treats For The Kiddies