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Del The Funky Homosapien No Need For Alarm

't alarm me You still, still bet that you can harm me But you don't alarm me You still bet, still bet that you can harm me But you don't alarm me You

catch hell none can match Del unless they stress, fresh I'm nonetheless and take a guess the one that make 'em go back and tell they crew that Del is

Groovy, it was used before You need to choose a more appealing sample I seal and stamp fools like mail, you're quite stale You might fail and I know you're paranoid Beware, avoid Funky Homosapien

you can't write and you're not bright you fail to notice the dopeness cause you have no insight you need to quit you ain't shit you need to get a lesson

I parylize ya twice with fear Del is nice to your ears. [Snupe:] Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter because I'm shooting for the

m smoother I will prove to all your boys that I do the psychotic plot if it's necessary yes it's very down pat now I'm tellin' brothers brown black lighter fight for

[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

when it hums and that sums up my properties for the dum-dums someone need to check him deck him slam him and put him in the bushes so 'shush' kids no one needs