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Now here, you creeps, punks and freaks |
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I'm talkin' 'bout virus from the street |
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Spread that virus, go for Hell |
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Check out the resistance of your cells |
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Smoke some dope, waste your brain |
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Kick your health outta da drain |
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Fuel injection makes you high |
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Ram it up your poop-chute, you know why |
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You catch it once, catch it twice |
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Catch it with your love device |
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It's a man-eating God-creator |
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Collecting lives, paying later |
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Rip that thing and do the right stuff |
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'Cause messing with the girls ain't not enough |
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You can't lock it in, no wall's too high |
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It's busting out into the sky |
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Virus |
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Gonna kill ya |
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Gonna thrill ya |
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Gonna rock you up |
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Makes you high |
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This love ain't real, it's just a fake |
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I don't care of what you make |
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Got a keepsake out of all I'm saying |
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Watch your style, better start praying |
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You did wrong, my dear, but it's too late |
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It's all destroyed, what a state |
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You're the victim, he's the master |
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Beg for mercy, more and faster |
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Virus |
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Gonna kill ya |
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Gonna thrill ya |
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Gonna rock you down |
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Makes you high |
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I'm a rock 'n' roll monster with a bass guitar |
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My face is all up, you've gone too far |
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I've been sleeping for a million years or longer |
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You woke me up, I'm even stronger |
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Cleaning up the face of Earth, my mother |
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You'll never ever, you'll never have another |
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Blown to pieces, drowned in slime |
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Not worth a tombstone, sign of the time |
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Virus |
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Gonna kill ya |
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Gonna thrill ya |
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Gonna knock you out |
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Makes you high |
