Slumdog - Viro the Virus

Garden State great

Number 9 minus 8

No swine on my plate, no time for the hate

Nah

On the grind for the cake no time for mistakes

Lay the rhyme in one take

These internet bloggers think they’re top shot Hip Hoppers

'til I knock 'em out like one armed boxers

And show 'em how to flow proper

The show stopper

Hot as jalapeño poppers

You’ll get slaughtered

Kids run harder than Mary and Barber to get farther from this harbour

Sick author slick talker and low light

Spit awkward but with more swagger than Old Spice

And on the mic I’m always right

So my life is glory days and party nights

You know the big V, rip the beat to shreds and eat the heads of MC’s

Yeah, I’m a Slumdog without the millionaire

But trust me dog, you don’t wanna take it there

Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Real rap sprat (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Locked and loaded, grab the mic and let off

Set it on any opponent I’ll bite your head off

Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Fall back scrat (I'll bite your fucking head off)

I use death blows to cripple foes

They gotta get on they tippy toes to hit me low

My flow pack a steel hammer like Klitschko

Leave a rapper over and out like 10−4

Just my presence is a blessing

Just as soon as i step in the section

Fans think heaven like I’m 7−11

Fetch me the best contestant I bet I’ll behead him

My spit game is ninja blade deadliest weapon

On the grind 'til my time is over

I’m a bad guy rooting for the rise of Cobra

This one clown thought he was nicer

'til i came round and shut his shit down like Chrysler

Use the rational of an assassin

To leave a rapper napping like Pacquiao did Hatton

See the flows magnifique and i feast on MC’s like bon appetit

Lets eat

Yeah, I’m a Slumdog without the millionaire

But trust me dog, you don’t wanna take it there

Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Real rap sprat (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Locked and loaded, grab the mic and let off

Set it on any opponent I’ll bite your head off

Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Fall back scrat (I'll bite your fucking head off)

In order to get more cash I’ll go on a warpath

And whoop your ass in this World of Warcraft

Honor student in the rap game

I school losers and Duke Nukem like Max Payne

I got a King Kong mojo

The maestro, feed my ding dong to ho ho’s

Foes who try to see me on the battlefield

Are forced to kneel then carried home on their shields

For real

I suggest that you slide back or get side swiped

There’s no sweat off of my sack

These MC’s are sweeter than Lilacs

I leave 'em needing ice packs and an eye patch

As a jackass i’ve been typecast

Cause I brag cause I’ve yet to meet my match

You know the big V, rip the beat to shreds and eat the heads of MC’s

Yeah, I’m a Slumdog without the millionaire

But trust me dog, you don’t wanna take it there

Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Real rap sprat (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Locked and loaded, grab the mic and let off

Set it on any opponent I’ll bite your head off

Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off)

Fall back scrat (I'll bite your fucking head off)