[Verse 1: Viro the Virus]
Yo, I'm Viro and I'm crazy kid
Off the head like a lady's wig
I spit on you like a baby's bib
Since the 80's I've been addicted to laziness
But motivated to be the sickest with lang-u-age
Spliffs and syllables I twist
Flipping lyricists the fingers in the middle of my fists
Picking a wit who thinks as ill as this
And I'll hit him with some sh**
That'll sink his freakin ship
These MCs ain't fresh they ain't even MCs
They just stayed at the Holiday Inn Express
Since I was ten, I knew how to Jimmy a lock with a bobby pin
Get away clean and rob again
To this day they say it was stopping him?
I'm too hungry more funky than a boxing gym
(Sweating Tears) Wordplay technician
It's gourmet when I step in the kitchen
So pay attention and just
[Chorus]
Now just bounce to it
Move around to it
Do a dance to it
Here's your chance do it
The game's a hot summer day
Lazy with no shade
And I'm well-made kool-aid
Or fresh lemonade
Now just bounce to it
Move around to it
Do a dance to it
Here's your chance do it
It's easy going
When The V be flowin
So put that other noise to the side
And enjoy your ride
[verse 2]
I'm a gold medalist rap Olympian
Picture perfect wordsmith, no other cat's resembelin'
Spitting with the rhythm of a swinging pendulum
Been the sh** since the first sales pitch for Wrigley's gum
Hope for the best, prepared for the worst
When fans request the best I'm there with a verse
A screwball heathen
When I'm gone, all long for my return like I'm football season
(hut hut) I've been lord since the day I was born
My resume is full of awards For amateur p**n
And baffling rappers, who really are actors
Who play fiction characters when the camera's on (say cheese)
They all wish the kid would step down
But that chance is slim to none, and slim just left town
My excellent sound
Will make a rambunctious bunch out of a hesitant crowd
So check it out and just
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
My God I flow odd and spit sick bombs
I'm better than bl**jobs from big tit blondes
Wake up in the morning take a hit from the bong
Take a sh** and when I'm done think of a new hit song
I used to be calm til things went wrong
Til my sanity chose to get up and get gone (peace)
I'm pissed and my sh** list is long
But shortens every time the mic is gripped in my palm
Position of a King to your pawn
Blew lyrics that leave your church bishops reading biblical Psalms
I pull a caper for the paper
Shock you like a tazer, make a hater meet his maker
Pa** the shot gla**, I'm hot as a back draft
The game's most arrogant and pompous jacka**
It's on and poppin' when your boy be rockin'
So put that other noise to the side
And enjoy the ride and just
[Chorus]