Easy Going - 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 shit

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

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

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 shit 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 porn

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

My God I flow odd and spit sick bombs

I’m better than blowjobs from big tit blondes

Wake up in the morning take a hit from the bong

Take a shit 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 shit 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

Pass the shot glass, I’m hot as a back draft

The game’s most arrogant and pompous jackass

It’s on and poppin' when your boy be rockin'

So put that other noise to the side

And enjoy the ride and just