Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat, artist - Viro the Virus. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Heat |
| Yeah |
| Snowgoons waddup, haha |
| Viro The Virus, yeah |
| Still in full effect |
| It’s Bud, Bex and Beers, haha |
| This is what I do |
| And I love it |
| Check me out |
| Yo, I see the price of cocaine must have gone way up |
| When I see the things these dames would do for a buck |
| And the rap game went lame, the industry sucks |
| Even these underground kids ain’t up to snuff |
| Born sinner getting older and more bitter |
| Cold-hearted with a hot head and some warm liquor |
| Trynna figure how to get dough more quicker |
| And a ho to bring me more dro and more swishers |
| Vulgar womanizer and a violent rhymer |
| Bag your wife or pulverise you with a pile driver |
| Either or I’m what it’s hitting for |
| Whores fighting for the ball like a bidding war |
| I beat rappers like pussy lips |
| On some big boss man Bigfoot bully shit |
| On some fuck who you is and who you with |
| I ain’t new to this I’m true to it, word up |
| I live this shit, breath this shit |
| Willing to die for it, bleed this shit |
| Speak my mind never plead the Fifth |
| Give me a beat I keep some heat to spit (like this) |
| I eat, sleep and breath this shit |
| Need this shit, cut me and I’ll bleed this shit |
| Speak my mind never plead the Fifth |
| Give me a beat I keep some heat to spit (like this) |
| Yeah, I’m spotted frequent at the weed spot |
| A veteran who fights dirty call me V hot |
| Lord of the underground I chief rock |
| No kidding the kid be spitting like a beatbox |
| Too sick for detox |
| Right here is where the Buck stops |
| Pass the rock I’ll make the clutch shot |
| And go hard like I’m turbocharged |
| Cause the flow is cream of the crop and whatnot (yeah) |
| I stay a notch above the losers |
| Counting guap getting tug jobs from cougars |
| Mental giant these fools are Oompa Loompas |
| Even their highlight reels are full of bloopers |
| I stick to the script, how the story go |
| Twist the spliff and stick my dick in the glory hole |
| No homo but I’m sure to blow |
| Like a torpedo, so shorty slow your roll |
| Jersey general, push past the limits to the pinnacle |
| Be little and imbecile with lyricals keep my thinking on critical |
| Weak MCs keep it on typical, not the least bit original |
| Rushing sickle flow take ya head clean off |
| Nikita Koloff pissy with the Smirnoff |
| Vicious with the slick talk |
| Seen limping with a pimp walk |
| Ace up my sleeve like a pit boss |
| When you’re this nice |
| It’s like playing with trick dice |
| I crack windpipes like thin ice |
| Bet your girl is my biggest fan |
| So how the world is you sleeping like tryptophan |
| I’m so I skip the spam |
| You’re a fraud dog, eat a dick and scram |
| Before the shit hits the fan |
| Think you’re seeing V? |
| Need to switch your plan, nigga |
| Yeah |
| Viro The Virus |
| That’s what it is |
| Snowgoons on the beat |
| Yeah |
| Waddup |
| Slim DSM on the bars |
| It’s MJ all day |
| Going for broke niggas |
| Yeah |