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Del the Funky Homosapien
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In And Out
Fun, even funner, I'm the gunner, sub machine gun It don't seem right that they don't get my theme right They don't know me, so we move forward More words and phrases, my style amazes
Come into the scene with the means to rip shit My brain's power packed with the proper equipment So step, I come into the area to bury ya I compose the flows makin' people merrier
Never the less, I sever the flesh with a razor Reserve the major beef, I'ma slay ya, hey You never came across a person like me I never instigate first come strike me
Then I'll flip and rip clothing, and I'm loathing MCs who front like I don't know things Check again, I get wreck again on the down low Because you sound slow
Retarded MCs get neglected and check it Anytime I hafta show a foe, I'ma flex it Then I exit with my records and my next shit Prepared, so be scared, I strike unexpected
I write rhymes in sections, testin' my slang I bang MCs with these and make 'em hang Dangle, what's ya angle? When I strangle and choke I hold Benedicts by their throat
Until they sing notes like a canary, fairy or genies We slipped out, they never seen me bust his face I like bass 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 to know, I'll proceed and go into And then tell ya what I've been through
In one ear, right out the other In one ear, right out the other Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other In one ear, right out the other Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother In one ear, right out the other
I would feel comfortable if your front Would go elsewhere or disappear Hear my specific style that's speaking Creeking, making noises in the nighttime
When I write rhymes, I look out my window It's a bright day and I might display My skills in the hills or in a different neighborhood 'Cause my flavor could be the best, so let's test this
Yes, bitch, I saw you posted at the pool table I could never talk to you but now a fool's able With the best of luck and, hey, how do you impress a duck? By pullin' out a wad of bucks, shucks
I need to stop this, I plop this, played this I murder MCs and leave their pens ink less Do you think this is a twist, a turn? I insist to burn those foes who haven't learned
To keep they mouths closed guineas stout flows Through your intestines, when life is depressin' I built my foundation using patients Some didn't hear us, some had to state it
In one ear, right out the other In one ear, right out the other Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other In one ear, right out the other Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother In one ear, right out the other
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