Viro the Virus - Easy Going lyrics

[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]