In and Out - Del The Funky Homosapien

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 & 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 inta 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’mma 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

Uh uh

Check again

I get wreck again

On the down low

Because you sound slow

Retarded MCs get neglected

& check it

Anytime I hafta show a foe

I’mma flex it

Then I exit

With my records & my next shit

Prepared, so be scared

I strike unexpected

I write rhymes in sections

Testin' my slang

I bang MCs with these

& make 'em hang

Dangle, what’s ya angle?

When I strangle and choke

I hold Bennedicts 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 & go into

And then tell ya what I’ve been through

«In one ear, right out the other

Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother

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 nightime

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 lets 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

& leave their pens inkless

Do you think this is a twist

A turn, I insist

To burn those foes who haven’t learned

To keep they mouths closed

Guiness 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…