Del tha Funkee Homosapien

DEL made a pact to be well natural Back from the wishing well to sell actual Funk from the fungus grown in the trench It's getting kinda heavy so I gotta pinch an inch And it's a snitch To let my hair grow like a plant Eliminate the fat gold chains a

It's D-E-L the Funkee Homosapien to the rescue I'm solo and threw a bolo and left two dancers back on Soul Train and ya know Soul Train get the phat doodie stain now what ya gonna do with the board with no talent using step 1 & step 2 to keep the sho

It's important to practice good hygiene At least if you wanna run with my team I'm bout to get into some shit that I've seen This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things Sittin to

[After a bunch of P Funk Del kicks one verse] I've returned from the meadow with a fellow named X two turntables and a spark upon his set wet behind the ears from the tears of my peers rap is outta control that's what we fear so we collapse any actua

Dr. Bombay, Dr. Bombay Yo, we got a patient in the front that's ahhh... suffering from an oversized gluttius maximus And she want to know can you solve it Mistadobalina is a jack-ass, much like a donkey And I'ma pin the tail on the funky Has anybody

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Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina Mistadobalina Mistabobdobalina Mistabobdobalina won't you quit You really make me sick with ya fraudulent behavior You're gonn

Oh man, bitches, man, bitches, sick and tired of this shit You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money Talkin' shit, don't know how to act, phuckin' tired, man Phuck'm I gonna do, man? Have to put a foot up your ass? Phuckin' tired of it, man, phuckin' b

[Del] 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

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