Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slumdog, artist - Viro the Virus.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Slumdog |
Garden State great |
Number 9 minus 8 |
No swine on my plate, no time for the hate |
Nah |
On the grind for the cake no time for mistakes |
Lay the rhyme in one take |
These internet bloggers think they’re top shot Hip Hoppers |
'til I knock 'em out like one armed boxers |
And show 'em how to flow proper |
The show stopper |
Hot as jalapeño poppers |
You’ll get slaughtered |
Kids run harder than Mary and Barber to get farther from this harbour |
Sick author slick talker and low light |
Spit awkward but with more swagger than Old Spice |
And on the mic I’m always right |
So my life is glory days and party nights |
You know the big V, rip the beat to shreds and eat the heads of MC’s |
Yeah, I’m a Slumdog without the millionaire |
But trust me dog, you don’t wanna take it there |
Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Real rap sprat (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Locked and loaded, grab the mic and let off |
Set it on any opponent I’ll bite your head off |
Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Fall back scrat (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
I use death blows to cripple foes |
They gotta get on they tippy toes to hit me low |
My flow pack a steel hammer like Klitschko |
Leave a rapper over and out like 10−4 |
Just my presence is a blessing |
Just as soon as i step in the section |
Fans think heaven like I’m 7−11 |
Fetch me the best contestant I bet I’ll behead him |
My spit game is ninja blade deadliest weapon |
On the grind 'til my time is over |
I’m a bad guy rooting for the rise of Cobra |
This one clown thought he was nicer |
'til i came round and shut his shit down like Chrysler |
Use the rational of an assassin |
To leave a rapper napping like Pacquiao did Hatton |
See the flows magnifique and i feast on MC’s like bon appetit |
Lets eat |
Yeah, I’m a Slumdog without the millionaire |
But trust me dog, you don’t wanna take it there |
Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Real rap sprat (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Locked and loaded, grab the mic and let off |
Set it on any opponent I’ll bite your head off |
Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Fall back scrat (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
In order to get more cash I’ll go on a warpath |
And whoop your ass in this World of Warcraft |
Honor student in the rap game |
I school losers and Duke Nukem like Max Payne |
I got a King Kong mojo |
The maestro, feed my ding dong to ho ho’s |
Foes who try to see me on the battlefield |
Are forced to kneel then carried home on their shields |
For real |
I suggest that you slide back or get side swiped |
There’s no sweat off of my sack |
These MC’s are sweeter than Lilacs |
I leave 'em needing ice packs and an eye patch |
As a jackass i’ve been typecast |
Cause I brag cause I’ve yet to meet my match |
You know the big V, rip the beat to shreds and eat the heads of MC’s |
Yeah, I’m a Slumdog without the millionaire |
But trust me dog, you don’t wanna take it there |
Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Real rap sprat (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Locked and loaded, grab the mic and let off |
Set it on any opponent I’ll bite your head off |
Yeah, (I'll bite your fucking head off) |
Fall back scrat (I'll bite your fucking head off) |