Stimulated Dummies - Treats for the Kiddies lyrics

Artist: Del the Funky h*mosapien Album: No Need for Alarm Song: Treats for the Kiddies [TALKING] "A problem? Yeah I got a problem Cause. . . I been waitin for how Long for this sh** to come out? Now this the tricks and treats sh**, ya know? Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it And I'm sick and tired of This sh**, because... All you wack motherphukkers keep comin out with records! And guess what I'm about to do? Guess what I'm 'bout to do?! I'm 'bout to catch you out there And chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!" Who's the jester? Under pressure? Not me! I hate emcees a lot, flee Escape I'll tape your mouth closed Dispose of your flows The ones that you chose Don't compare Where is your other sh**? When I discover it I'm shovin that sh** Right back in your mouth And start with another kick Good riddance Suds of blood like the Red Sea splashes When I smash kids Ashes and cremations We wait in The torture chamber Of course you blame a Brother like Del for murder Word up, on a mission It's in my heart Rippin fools apart You dart and dash But I'll remove your heart fast With my bare hands Stashed it into their plans I'd like to see it pulsate in my palm Squeeze it, squish it Eat it with a biscuit For breakfast You're next if You step with Your bright ideas I might apply years Of rhymin Til the time when I blind men With a flash of light I'll blast you right In the corneas I'm warnin ya's So take heed to that Before you bleed, in fact I'm keepin n***as outta my head Outta my head Instead They bled They dead Call the Feds [Hook (4x):] "This is how you're treated (this is how you're treated) When my rhyme's completed n***as get defeated (defeated!)" I wanna push and shove Take off the kid gloves Tearin the terrorist Where a fist Holds a dagger Stick it in your stomach and drag your Insides across the ground Get 'em at the lost and found At the police station I'm patient I won't get you yet So no sweat You're no threat I bet I can belt your brain When my scalpel felt your brain You convulsed No pulse We lost him Cost him his life Phukkin around It's too easy to buck 'em down Let 'em drown Face down in a toilet Take his brain and boil it Watchin who I tell cuz they'll spoil it They might reveal My anger is real Keep your lips sealed Or yo might be the next to keel over Or Murderous Refer to us When you feel the need To bleed your chicken feed Yeah, plead for mercy Before I burst free I'm blood thirsty When it comes to who disturbs me I make your life complicated Emcees get ground and grated While they waited In the lobby It's my hobby It'll prob'ly be me Who sees your knees Buckle- Phuk you And your duck crew I'mma pluck you from safety When I break free [Hook (4x)]