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aol – virus كلمات اغاني

[produced by aol]

[intro: aol]
look
ayy
ayy
aol seems old school, but
come on, you c_nt, let’s have some

[hook: aol]
b_tch i’m bumping earth crisis
i don’t fight, b_tch
gold touch like king midas, leave you lifeless
i’m gon’ pull up with the 9, b_tch
got no licence
you can’t k!ll me, i divide, b_tch
like a virus
b_tch i’m bumping earth crisis
i don’t fight, b_tch
gold touch like king midas, leave you lifeless
i’m gon’ pull up with the 9, b_tch
got no licence
you can’t k!ll me, i divide, b_tch
like a virus

[verse 1: aol]
f_ck on your man, i’m not a fan
of all the f_ck sh_t you claim to defend
swear i might have to hop over your fence
stab wounds all in your abdomen
b_tch, i do not f_ck with a xan
straight edge from 2019 ’till i’m dead
i had to clear that sh_t out of my head
swear if i spot ’em, throw bricks at a fed
dead: everything in my path
h0m_phobe rappers pull up and get stabbed
carhartt my hat, ’cause i dress like your dad
flannel g_y, b_tch, i’m the king of the f_gs
bagging your b_tch, ’cause you treat her like sh_t
and she’s riding my d_ck, and she’s bumping my tracks
all of your sh_t just be riding a fad
i’m pushing envelopes, you can stay mad, c_nt
i’m posted up in wisconsin
call me a f_g, you’ll end up in a coffin, b_tch
don’t care for all of that nonsense
all that i know is that i’m f_cking awesome, b_tch
i got your man on my johnson
cum in his b_tt, ’cause i ain’t using condoms, b_tch
violence seeming too wanton
i need to purge myself all of you toxins
b_tch i’m a god, and i give a f_ck ’bout a beef
dialup gang be disturbing the peace
x on my hands, since i gave up the weed
up in a minivan bumping some keef
‘sconsinite, sodomite, murder these beats
i give your boyfriend a mouth full of seed
sick of these capitalists and their greed
i am the sh_t, f_ck a scene
peace

[interlude: saturnultra and aol]
b_tch, ayy
uhhhhh
yeah, ayy, dialup, dialup, dialup
dialup! f_cking, uhhhh
dialup, dialup, dialup, dialup
ayy, saturn, aol, dialup, dialup, dialup, dialup
huh, ayy, b_tch, ayy (side to f_cking side)
yuh, ayy (open this motherf_cker)

[verse 2: saturnultra]
virus on a pilot, i’m a pirate, ultra violent, put his brains right beside him
dial up the spider gang, make it bang, 608, we gon’ make it rain
cosplayer at the spot, dyson on my jock, uh, oh my god
discord message thots, hit her back, what she want, that’s a lot
done talkin’ ’till i’m done cuffin’, i don’t do bluffin’, i ain’t sayin’ sh_t
had some cash in my dirty hands, then i got drunk and i wasted it
hard headed with the knocked loose, get your b_tch goin’, we gon’ knock boots
cheap white cost 7 bucks, take it to the face, make my brain loose
f_ck your movement, i ain’t with it, punchin’ through it, don’t include me, i’mma lose it
f_ck your group, you serve as loot, i scr_p your sh_t and get your body on my shoes
rapist cult, get to shoving, heard you wanna die, i’mma tie the noose
there is one cult, it’s everywhere, you about to lose
worship your idols ’till all your sh_t final, you f_ckwads gon’ wish that i wasn’t your rival
fight for the title, just know that i don’t give a f_ck ’bout a scene, you the inverse of vital
built like a worn_down body with malleable portions, i’ll pull up and ruin the spinal
your whole f_cking life, you a lie, you not makin’ no art, little b_tch, you just ign’ant and viral
you__you__you’ve got mail!

- aol

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