Sha Stimuli - Delirium lyrics

I said uhm [Verse 1 Willie the Kid] 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 b**h 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 f** about none of ya'll Just have that money right I'm a clean n***a I like my house clean Like my b**hes clean Keep my car clean Keep my son fresh Food in the pantry Bookshelf full of books n***as can't be f**ing serious sh** is hilarious Delirium [Verse 2 Sha Stimuli] Delirium Yeah, Look Pastor, preacher That's strapped with ether You rapping divas I can't compete with ya'll f*ggy features and happy feet But I smack your teeth with the back of heaters My tracks are deeper b**h 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 n***a Not a cartoon This is for my block goons Corny boys, heat holders, Glock popping G's From the k**ers seeing d**h 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 sh** is just crazy simple Like stealing a baby's Skittles Ya'll ain't f**ing 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 [Verse 3 Sean Price] 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 f** up when you get off the stage The rage I control is civilized The gauge, I am known to k** 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 co*k 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 pa** the dutch I'm professional so when I'm finished pa** the bucks Motherf**er