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