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Correct The Virus Lyrics
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Correct The Virus
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[Verse 1] Hits ya harder than Thorazine Shock with a bit of that knockin' [?] Caca bean Tech gonna eat you minions with some motherfucking fava beans Running them away like Tyrus Straight gang nigga like Cyrus No shiners in my iris Got me a generation hemmed up with the virus Infectious while even rolling in your Lexus G, clear the hexes Creeps me from here to Texas Let's get deep Into the pavement, I be the topic Ultra-microscopic infected agent No vaccination, Rapidol Make that information attachable Leaving spreading throughout the nation's capitol Ya spouse may house gate, style they, an about-face Can't save you from this motherfucking outbreak, the virus Infects K-I-Ds, rounds twos and threes All the way up to og's with Alzheimer disease See Dolores tried immigation But we don’t need no medication for the sensation Just the marijuana lacin' Let the music take your mind, press rewind The venom is in 'em that Tecca N9ne combined Let my virus up in you, I love fiends So open up your pores for daddy And let me swim through your blood stream [Chorus] We don’t need no medication You can buy this virus, come and try this Killa style y'all, hits ya like some motherfucking Midol We don’t need your drugs at all Send it to you-ous, stronger than boo-oos Pick and choo-oose, whatever mo-oves you Junkie ew ew, what ya gonna do-o-o? [Verse 2] Nigga you puffin' marijuana, me puffin' marijuana I'm peeping the futuristic ballistic brain bumma Hella contagious, you've been fair warned I got a gang of radio stations making me airborne No bulimia, leukemia nor sickle-cell anemia My virus may cause encephalitis But it may cause panties scream-ia Make 'em wanna give up the vagin-ia Tecca Nin-ia plus ya blood stream-ia equals no to me Needy greedy, but a large amount of you are legimia I'm spreading shit that'll get you exile Protect our styles up in the Generation X Files, let's prowl Through hoes drawers, I told y'all I'm making rouge dogs, sha-boo-ya-sha-boo-ya Roll call, bizarre flows, B-R-Os bar codes Sick individuals that God see and Lord knows They stay by me 'cause my virus ain't a fake I. D Snake I be with venom ain't no curing like hiv [Chorus] We don’t need no medication You can buy this virus, come and try this Killa style y'all, hits ya like some motherfucking Midol We don’t need your drugs at all Send it to you-ous, stronger than boo-oos Pick and choo-oose, whatever mo-oves you Junkie ew ew, what ya gonna do-o-o? [Verse 3] Futuristic Battlestar Galactica, rummage in this Suffer Lucifer for the busters who fucking with this Who said I'll awaken the dead Told me that I would spread like a plague Arm Leg Leg Arm Head Infecting you in 2K The year God conquered the virus but to they Injected fuck up in ya no matter what who say Spreading hella fast kickin' ass like juve Let's party nigga Ladies lift your dress This new world rapper got you flashin' Showin' my bar code on your breast Science'll keep it going when I'm gone Cheap in '97 but in '90 Nina Tecca N9ne clones Hopefully Obi-Wan Kenobi will help me spread it Out your sockets into your fiber optics Mr president look around I got a sea of anarchists to shut this motherfucker down The virus [Chorus] We don’t need no medication You can buy this virus, come and try this Killa style y'all, hits ya like some motherfucking Midol We don’t need your drugs at all Send it to you-ous, stronger than boo-oos Pick and choo-oose, whatever mo-oves you Junkie ew ew, what ya gonna do-o-o? [Outro] So what's it gonna be? So what's it gonna be nigga? So what's it gonna be? You gonna take the sixty six, triple eight, ninety nine, three Tell me what's it gonna be? So what's it gonna be? You gonna come with me And take the sixty six, triple eight, ninety nine, three
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