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Virus-_(Retro_Version)

Now here you creeps, punks and freaks

I'm talkin' 'bout virus from the street

Spread that virus, go for hell

Check out the resistance of your cellsSmoke some dope, waste your brain

Kick your health outta the drain

Fuel-injection makes you high

Ram it up your poop-chute, you know whyYou catch it once, catch it twice

Catch it with your love-device

Man-eater, God-creator

Collecting lives, paying laterRip that thing, do the right stuff

Messing with the girls ain't not enough

You can't lock it in, no walls too high

It's busting out into the skyVirus

Gonna kill y'all, gonna thrill y'all

Gonna rock y'all, makes you highThis love ain't real, it's just a fake

I don't care of what you make

Got a keepsake out of all I'm saying

Watch your style, better start prayingYou did wrong my dear, but it's too late

It's all destroyed, what a state

You're the victim, he's the master

Beg for mercy, more and fasterVirus

Gonna kill y'all, gonna thrill y'all

Gonna rock you down, makes you highI'm a rock 'n' roll monster with a bass-guitar

My face is all up, you've gone too far

I've been sleeping for a million years or longer

You woke me up, I'm even strongerCleaning up the face of earth, my mother

You'll never ever, you'll never have another

Blown to pieces, drowned in slime

Not worth a tombstone, sign of the timeVirus

Gonna kill y'all, gonna thrill y'all

Gonna rock you out, makes you high

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