No Need For Alarm

[Del] 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 ****in dreamers (alla y'all)

No time for tiddlywinks - if your titties is pink then you are white and

I'm not the right man (not for me)

But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight

I be carvin,

MC's when

I'm starvin (I'm hungry)

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, death to them

And silly broads,

I **** 'em and

I chuck 'em (why?)

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,

Cassidy 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 (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 **** a fat heffer (yeah) 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: repeat 4X w/ variations] "You still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me.." [Del]

Listen to this

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 (here it is)

It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling (rrrahh)

Getting bigger, getting ****** 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 ************, who mother suck a cock and his brother **** a jock, and his sister, got blisters on her lips that be spreadin, she be-headin (yes she do)

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 *****es get the dillz after shows (shows)

Cause I don't be runnin after hoes that be stank

I thank the

Lord, for my thought connected to the microphone, so check the cycle tone that

I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumps

The mac daddy makes you jump! (yeah)

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' [CHORUS] [sample in chorus repeats to fade]