Del The Funky Homosapien

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 
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 cuz 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)]