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lirik lagu virus – aol

[produced by aol]

[intro: aol]
look
ayy
ayy
aol seems old school, but
come on, you c*nt, let’s have some

[hook: aol]
b*tch i’m bumping earth crisis
i don’t fight, b*tch
gold touch like king midas, leave you lifeless
i’m gon’ pull up with the 9, b*tch
got no licence
you can’t k!ll me, i divide, b*tch
like a virus
b*tch i’m bumping earth crisis
i don’t fight, b*tch
gold touch like king midas, leave you lifeless
i’m gon’ pull up with the 9, b*tch
got no licence
you can’t k!ll me, i divide, b*tch
like a virus

[verse 1: aol]
f*ck on your man, i’m not a fan
of all the f*ck sh*t you claim to defend
swear i might have to hop over your fence
stab wounds all in your abdomen
b*tch, i do not f*ck with a xan
straight edge from 2019 ’till i’m dead
i had to clear that sh*t out of my head
swear if i spot ’em, throw bricks at a fed
dead: everything in my path
h0m*phobe rappers pull up and get stabbed
carhartt my hat, ’cause i dress like your dad
flannel g*y, b*tch, i’m the king of the f*gs
bagging your b*tch, ’cause you treat her like sh*t
and she’s riding my d*ck, and she’s bumping my tracks
all of your sh*t just be riding a fad
i’m pushing envelopes, you can stay mad, c*nt
i’m posted up in wisconsin
call me a f*g, you’ll end up in a coffin, b*tch
don’t care for all of that nonsense
all that i know is that i’m f*cking awesome, b*tch
i got your man on my johnson
cum in his b*tt, ’cause i ain’t using condoms, b*tch
violence seeming too wanton
i need to purge myself all of you toxins
b*tch i’m a god, and i give a f*ck ’bout a beef
dialup gang be disturbing the peace
x on my hands, since i gave up the weed
up in a minivan bumping some keef
‘sconsinite, sodomite, murder these beats
i give your boyfriend a mouth full of seed
sick of these capitalists and their greed
i am the sh*t, f*ck a scene
peace

[interlude: saturnultra and aol]
b*tch, ayy
uhhhhh
yeah, ayy, dialup, dialup, dialup
dialup! f*cking, uhhhh
dialup, dialup, dialup, dialup
ayy, saturn, aol, dialup, dialup, dialup, dialup
huh, ayy, b*tch, ayy (side to f*cking side)
yuh, ayy (open this motherf*cker)

[verse 2: saturnultra]
virus on a pilot, i’m a pirate, ultra violent, put his brains right beside him
dial up the spider gang, make it bang, 608, we gon’ make it rain
cosplayer at the spot, dyson on my jock, uh, oh my god
discord message thots, hit her back, what she want, that’s a lot
done talkin’ ’till i’m done cuffin’, i don’t do bluffin’, i ain’t sayin’ sh*t
had some cash in my dirty hands, then i got drunk and i wasted it
hard headed with the knocked loose, get your b*tch goin’, we gon’ knock boots
cheap white cost 7 bucks, take it to the face, make my brain loose
f*ck your movement, i ain’t with it, punchin’ through it, don’t include me, i’mma lose it
f*ck your group, you serve as loot, i scr*p your sh*t and get your body on my shoes
rapist cult, get to shoving, heard you wanna die, i’mma tie the noose
there is one cult, it’s everywhere, you about to lose
worship your idols ’till all your sh*t final, you f*ckwads gon’ wish that i wasn’t your rival
fight for the title, just know that i don’t give a f*ck ’bout a scene, you the inverse of vital
built like a worn*down body with malleable portions, i’ll pull up and ruin the spinal
your whole f*cking life, you a lie, you not makin’ no art, little b*tch, you just ign’ant and viral
you**you**you’ve got mail!

- aol

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