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prime time - viro the virus lyrics

[verse 1]
yo; two whites equal a peach, two peach equal a blue
if i eat two at each i’ll be bent the night through (happy pills)
full scene to the extreme with my flow
spark the sidewalk when i walk like billie jean’s video
from dirty jers’ so i’m far from squeaky clean
once i blurred the verse everything is peachy*keen
should be seen on masterpiece theater
instead i only be on tv if it’s elimidate or cheaters (hi mom!)
see i spot the limits then go past
and only stopped for hot women and cold cash
you no match, you look quite puzzled
if we ever crossed paths it’ll look like trouble, huh!
when i rumble watch five suckers crumble
’cause i’m off the turnbuckle with the five knuckle shuffle
what? better buckle up, son i burst bubbles
thugs who come to tussle get the best verse pummeled
i riddle enemies with the trickiest similes
and twist the philly and hit the piggly wiggly
they think it’s a new game
’cause girls says the tunes i make are too strange
to shake their groove thang
but if you see a crew slain
or a few dudes lying with bruised brains
then you know who’s to blame
the mc with the shortest fuse, man
drink brooze ’til i ruined my tees with puke stains
keep my rhymes tight
and keep my breath smelling like miller high life
barking obscenities at artists in my vicinity and air ’em out
viro’s the name, don’t wear it out!
these n*ggas get enamored with the glitz and glamour
then when i drop the hammer they’re no longer happy campers
but i’d rather find the soul train ho line
and slow grind on a hole where the sun don’t shine
if she don’t mind
high stepping on these peons
like deion in his prime with mind*boggling rhymes
crazy neurotic, blazing bubonic
on fire like lit gas with crowds full of riffraff
hone in, my words make bones bend
from jers’ to stonehenge
it make boys to grown men
runaway mack truck on the road to nowhere
where chumps get smacked up, so you don’t wanna go there
i’m past due for the cash, dupe
so i’ma do what i has to to not get snagged by snafus
in there like ragu or maybe prego
ask your crew, i’ve been blazing since 88, yo
rapper of the year, headed for the hall of fame
and my x factor’s fear make you take the walk of shame
straight out the depths of the swamp
consider slashing your neck i smash and success
bringing death to my comp
mud hole stomp packing thunder in a song
take the cake no matter which side your bread is b*ttered on
leave busters fl*stered, relish the fact:
you hotdogs can’t catch up when i cut the mustard
[chorus]
it’s prime time, live rhymes time, it’s my time
viro’s time it’s showtime (prime time!)
prime time, live rhymes time, it’s my time
viro’s time it’s showtime (prime time!)
it’s prime time, live rhymes time, it’s my time
viro’s time it’s showtime (prime time!)
prime time, live rhymes time, it’s my time
viro’s time it’s showtime (prime time!)

[outro]
prime time!
yeah! like that
show you n*ggas what to do with the beat like that
yeah! what up cyph! where you at?
caliph*now, ones and twos
yeah, slim dizzle what up?

- viro the virus lyrics

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