Must not Sleep; Must Warn Others
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IP:
Your lines are fuckin played, and tellin from your grammer and your name
You need to take your whack ass back to second grade
Half your shit don't make sense, that's the formula for bein lyrically nice
Lay your body in the freezer so I put you on ice
Why's ya name Virus, you're not even close to cold
You've got your head in the clouds like a decapitated soul.
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