[Verse 1: the Virus] Got emcees notes I'm the cutthroat Tap 'em out, rear naked Standing guillotine, I clearly ain't a If spittin's the my style's Brazilian jiu jitsu Lames claiming they're the game's A damn scene, be having brain cramps They're not in ball park I got the glow plus the all I'm than new pussy and new money So fresh I can get from two buddies Even sisters, big as a big * * * * * *not a B Blue chipper, even sicker a fever blister Ask if any disagree you hear a whisper They what I'm 'bout Sexing at best western, blunt in my mouth
(x2) Who is he!? Viro the I get scaled that Test my skills, if you will, if you're All these emcees get to the mat
[Verse 2: Viro the Niggas thought the V for Vendetta Now the know it's Viro since see me getting cheddar on the couch playing GTA IV I'm out getting cake with schemes that make Boys to call me Chuck Smut Lover with a fat ass
Now my buck's up, they me Mack Swag See me cooler than a black Jag I have 'em ready to like packed bags Get more head a gas mask Then add up my nuts like a class On the fast track with some sticky A three-pack of ?gold mags? in a flask Get if you're in my path Feel the wrath, nigga, your ass Haters' mad and it makes me thought I met my match, I told 'em: "Not so fast"
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[Verse 3: Viro the Slice fold like an Samurai I can't lie, I'm and damn, I'm fly I'm the man on the mic So smooth you hit me with a hand full of rice The pen is than the sword I think But I keep a just for it my pen's out of ink No kid is like myself, see me like I'm stealth I'm back stroking to the line, Michael Phelps from Jump Street I prefer my girls on drug's teat Bump me in your Jeep, I'm such You'll feel like you're riding around with the sun in your seat I'm more cool than fools Old school, but far from too old for a freak But I say that, tongue in I'm flames on the beats for keeps, like that
I them all it don't matter what they status is I show 'em all who the is I get like that All these get dropped to the mat