Verse 1:



Mack Del impetuous

Tepetuous

Bust flows ?

Under fire like appestos

All MCs grip my testicles

Let them go

No I spread your flow like metal pull

Utensils such as scalpels

Over your Adam's Apple

To make you alto

Doggin' MCs and feed 'em Alpo

Your plan backfires to my satires

Got your flow sittin' on flat tires

My rogues rhymes rip through your lip when you bite

Like a lightenin' bolt for a volt of molten mite

Hazardiest to the average

Volt and death strike

To your neck right

On target

Bull's eye

Then deflected off your neck with such velocity

It's sets the hip hop hostage free

In the terminal burnin' all MC's brains

Excellerated agents got you walkin' on canes

I'll be brief like Hanes

Mundane MCs get caned to retain my title

The vital organ donor

To cut through the bonona

My escapes let you wave through the masquerade

Rain with disaster man out in your play book

Cause they took

The funk merged with hate

And then regurgitate

This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble

Meanwhile I take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle

And listen to my subtle rebuttal the butthole



Hook:

Words and phrases I prefer to play with

When occurs when I made it

It's never outdated

Help me out (x2)



Verse 2:

I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't let all your chips

Throwin' away all your tips for thinkin'

That's dangerous

Leave that to the big boys

Sicker than Sig Freud

Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances

You with many can get a piece of eastside Oakland folks

When provokin' spoken dialects of broken English

that distinguish us from y'all we

Cause raps and own spots on the globe

And disrobe your bony mediocrity like Socrates

My Egyptian inscription shiftin'

Brain cells with sick inflections

Suckas must be simpin'

Hop like Lipton

You'll get the microphone when I'm though if then

I form a rap court with my siblings

The sort of thing that keep the crew tight

Even in it's new life

You think you're able to label the Hiero sound?

You still haven't found a comparable variable

I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs

Bury ya restricted areas

Me and my playmates we talented hip hop palatines

Patteling' to Sharlintons

Knownin' what we are to them

Makes us try hard to win

We attend the track promptly

Rappers wanna chomp me

They empty

I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat i

I's a treat

Compete at the war on the weak



Hook



Verse 3:

Del carelessly convorting

Over more things than tracks

Your skull perhaps

Spinal taps vinyl laps over each other you'll discover

oon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids

At accsions I'm lost in madness

Lacadazical but coming back to fade you ALL

I don't make music for the teeny boppers the coppers and proper booshy

Y'all can lose me

Or find me but keep in mind we

Underground when you get offended

As you often do when you new comers

Check the rap scene for a few summers

Then when it change you shift lanes

But first you mergin'

First you was a virgin splurgin' money on P.E.

Then with N.W.A.

But too much trouble to play

Mom on your ass turn that trash down

Your little brother getting' bright ideas in the background

He use to war Hush Puppies

Now he and his homies is dust junkies sellin' crack cross country

Use to be a momma's boy

Now you a grown man with no plan

All alone in the land of the free and the home of the brave

Free to be your own mental slave

Del has to have a word with you

Because you deserve to do what you want to

But mistakes come back to haunt you



Hook (x2)



Microphones settin' off (x2