Willie the Kid, Sean Price, Sha Stimuli - Delirium lyrics

I said uhm

Sipping Café au lait
Hold the flute by the stem simply OJ
Mix it with the gold bottles
My role models ride Rolls Royces
Puff hand rolled cigars at the grotto
Cold oysters never too busy to get fresh
I'm boisterous i keep your bitch moist
I'm poison anoint the clit
Willie the Kid's flow
Sharper than stalagmites i'm never stagnant
Stagger off the jet
Wipe the smile off your face
I don't do a lot of joking pop champagne
My niggas do a lot of smoking
Smuggle everything
We're from that low budget area
Plan to land choppers on aircraft carriers
Straight to the dock got returns on my stock
Come from a good stock
Pink stains on my smock i'm an artist
Regardless all my niggas hood though
Charming young man i could bag Lisa Kudrow
Least we ain't fold, sell our souls
Or sell each other out
And that's more than I can
Say about most of ya'll doubt is all mental
Grimier than kraut flow sicker than the gout
Fundamental
And I don't give a fuck about none of ya'll
Just have that money right i'm a clean nigga
I like my house clean like my bitches clean
Keep my car clean keep my son fresh
Food in the pantry bookshelf full of books
Niggas can't be fucking serious
Shit is hilarious delirium

Delirium yeah, Look
Pastor, preacher that's strapped with ether
You rapping divas
I can't compete with ya'll faggy
Features and happy feet
But, I smack your teeth with
The back of heaters my tracks are deeper
Bitch I spazzed on beats
Since I had a beeper
Matter fact, I had a trapper keeper
A pre-teen i dispersed my hurt
Now I don't just bury my foes
I make them turn in dirt observe my thirst
As my over-wordy verse will murder jerks
I'm at your door like it's October 31st
Trick! No mask on, or costume
Animated nigga not a cartoon
This is for my block goons
Corny boys, heat holders, Glock popping G's
From the killers seeing death to
The dudes watching Glee i got them
I'll be going in
You don't even got to see me like blowing
Wind to know i'm a blow and win
I flow and grin cuz this
Shit is just crazy simple
Like stealing a baby's Skittles
Ya'll ain't fucking with me look
I rhyme with ease i combine with beats
Like I'm siamese
God defined a freak when designing me
So any label signing me
It's like you let a live disease
Inside the streets i blind the weak
I'm spreading it virally anytime I leak
And I don't comment on nothing
I let my progress speak
Now that ya'll have found me, the game's over
Hide and seek

Yo pau the chest basher
Raw the skin clapper sean Price (P!)
Allah's best rapper (Yes)
Touch the mic when I get off the stage
And get beat the fuck up when
You get off the stage the rage
I control is civilized
The gauge, I am known to kill a guy
I don't know about you
But, I'm well known homes
And I don't know about you
Asia, Africa, Tokyo, Japan
My razor slash your okydoke with hands
Cock the skit and blam the cannon
I'm old school like mock
Necks and Chandra Barren
Truth be truth when I step in the booth
And my son's got talent
Call him musical youth haha
But don't pass the dutch
I'm professional so when I'm
Finished pass the bucks motherfucker