Del The Funky Homosapien Lyrics
"Treats For The Kiddies"

[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

So take heed to that

Before you bleed, in fact

I'm keepin niggaz outta my head

Outta my head

Instead,

they bled

They dead,

call the Feds

[Chorus (4x):]

"This is how you're treated (this is how you're treated)

When my rhyme's 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

I'm patient

I won't get you yet

So no sweat

You're 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

It's too easy to buck 'em down

Let 'em drown

Face down in a toilet

Take his brain and boil it

Watchin who I tell 'cause they'll 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

I'm 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

It's my hobby

It'll prob'ly be me

Who sees your knees

Buckle-

Phuk you

And your duck crew

I'ma pluck you from safety

When I break free

[CHORUS (4x)]