| 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 |