But you don't alarm me
It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling
And yes sir Del see no evil, hear no evil
Then you are white and I'm not the right man
The boots get smoked like they on fire, I desire
But you don't alarm me
Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner
Like Salt 'N' Pepa, I'll fuck a fat heffer
You still bet that you can harm me
You're just a test tube baby, you can't fade me, but hey G
Getting bigger, getting niggaz in headlocks
But you don't alarm me
To his focus, when I broke his head in half
That I be arousin', housin' your blouse and your pumps
But you don't alarm me
But you don't alarm me
In the river, without a liver and I donate to science, 'cause I'm a giver
On the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it
I thank the Lord, for my thought
Doubt it but it's true, get a clue
Your style is lazy, boy you're crazy
Back in your head like you dead but instead you was buggin'
You still bet that you can harm me
No time for tiddlywinks, if your titties is pink
The mac daddy makes you jump
I'm tellin' you the truth you'll be toothless
But you don't alarm me
You still, still bet that you can harm me
You still bet that you can harm me
Ugly bitches get the dillz after shows
But you don't alarm me
To keep 'em warm 'til the morn'
You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee
I pump info, into nymphos, who be bonin'
Then I squish your wish you're all fuckin' dreamers
And his sister, got blisters on her lips that be spreadin'
You still bet that you can harm me
So I'm movin' removin' wackness from my stratosphere
Get off me, I'm not your softie
It's normal, I come formal
You still bet that you can harm me
Losin' it, check out my fusion kit
Feel the wrath, on my behalf
If I thought that, that was near
Ask Sean, Cassidy about how I trash MC's
Who mother suck a cock and his brother fuck a jock
I leave kids in a trance, hypnotizin' your eyes spin
Clonin', Vanessa Del Rio
But you don't alarm me
But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight
I be carvin', MC's when I'm starvin'
But you don't alarm me
The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn
But you don't alarm me
I crush fools plus tunes used by the master
Will blast you into Tuesday, when I bruise a motherfucker
You still bet that you can harm me
She be-headin' , showin' cleavage, with my futuristic styles
Like I was Fritz the Cat, and she admits to fat
And silly broads, I fuck 'em and I chuck 'em
'Cause I don't be runnin' after hoes that be stank
Connected to my microphone, so check the cycle tone
You still bet that you can harm me
You still, still bet that you can harm me
You still bet, still bet that you can harm me
I drop Math, and English, leave you squeamish
But you will cough for your breath and phlegm, death to them
