Delia, oh Delia Delia all my life If I hadnt of shot poor Delia I would have had her for my wife Delias gone One more round Delias gone I went down to Brooklyn Met her there Saw her in her parlor Tied her to her chair Delias gone One more round Delias gone She was lowdown, trifling She was cold and mean Kind of evil, makes me want to Grab my submachine Delias gone One more round Delias gone My name is Wyclef My freestyle my homicide I shot a man at Reno Like Johnny Cash Just to watch him die Flee to Sicily Get a call from my Agency She said they want me to do the Johnny Cash Show You got to be kidding me Rick Rubin picked me up in a Bentley Not a El Dorado Dressed in black looking like Zorro Johnny Cash chewing tobacco Countrys legend Fusing with that Hip hop Mom said dont play with guns Johnny Cash here you hold my Glock Jailer, oh, jailer Jailer I cant sleep Cause all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delias feet Delias gone One more round Delias...Clap your hands! come on Yeah If your womans devilish You can let her run Or you can bring her down just like Delia got done Delias gone One more round Delias gone Delias gone One more round Delias gone One more round Delias gone Delias gone One more round Delias gone
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