Viro the Virus - Rear Naked Choke lyrics

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Viro the Virus - Rear Naked Choke lyrics

[Verse 1: Viro the Virus] Got emcees taking notes, I'm the utmost cutthroat Tap 'em out, rear naked choke Standing guillotine, I clearly ain't a joke If spittin's the issue my style's Brazilian jiu jitsu Lames claiming they're the game's chance A damn shame, must be having brain cramps (ha) They're not in Viro's ballpark (no) I got the glow plus the Allspark (b*atch) I'm better than new p**y and new money So fresh I can get p**y from two bunnies (here) Even sisters, big as a big pimpers Marquess spitter, not a B lister Blue chipper, even sicker than a fever blister Ask if any disagree, you wouldn't hear a whisper (shhh) They know what I'm 'bout Sexing Heifers at Best Western, blood in my mouth (let's go) [Hook: Scratches and samples overlap] (x2) Who is he!? Viro the Virus I gets down like that Oh test my sk**s, if you will, if you real All these MC's get dropped to the mat [Verse 2: Viro the Virus] n***as thought the V stood for Vendetta Now they know it's Viro since they see me getting cheddar They on the couch playing GTA IV I'm out getting cake with schemes that make more Boys used to call me Chuck Smut Lover with a fat a** Now my buck's up, they call me Max Swag See me looking cooler than a black Jag I have 'em ready to bounce like packed bags Get more head than a gas mask Then add up my nuts like a math cla** On the fast track with some sticky gra** A three-pack of gold mags and a whiskey flask Get smashed if you're in my path Feel the wrath, n***a, that's your a** Haters mad and it makes me laugh They thought I met my match, I told 'em: "Not so fast" [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Viro the Virus] Slice fools like Afro Samurai I can't lie, I'm Viro and damn I'm fly I'm like the man on the mic So smooth you couldn't hit me with a hand full of rice The pen is stronger than the sword I think But I keep a sword just for it my pen's out of ink No kid is like myself, can't see me like I'm stealth I'm back stroking to the finish line, Michael Phelps Undefeated from Jump Street I prefer my girls easy and d** cheap Bump me in your Jeep, I'm such heat You'll feel like you're riding around with the sun in your front seat I'm more cool than most fools Old school, but far from too old for a young freak But I say that, tongue in cheek I'm spraying flames on the beats Playing for keeps, like that [Hook] I fade them all it don't matter what they status is I show 'em all who the baddest is I gets down like that All these emcees get dropped to the mat

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