Salutations to the population

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Viro the Virus]
An abstract rap resurgence
Attacking at nerves with word whirlwinds
Spellcaster, black absurd version of Merlin
With, nose to the grindstone, though vocal cyclones
And freeform flows storms that’s ab-norm
Off the atrium, tainted statements plated-titanium
And evading craniums to stab your brain-stem with safety-pins
Making it cringe like visions of ancient Arabian homosapiens on a pork-bacon binge
More penetrating than a shank to skin
Annihilation once the phase begins
Formulations that I’ve trained to send
Insane pain like a colon cancer patient when he’s breaking wind
Metaphor carnivore
Forever raw, art of war in concert
That growl like monsters
Crowds go bonkers and
Stick and stones break bones
But stems and sticks put holes in bones when rolling your homegrown
And bums and herbs get slumped and served from the slums to the ‘burbs
Leave ‘em speechless, mum’s the word
A much perturbed, with an intense sense of urgency
To close your curtains clenched certainly, you’ll flinch nervously
Bloodmanship, print Burgundy
Not even emergency surgery could purge this verbal absurdity
My letter-bombs can make agnostics say “As-Salaam”
Or have Farrakhan believe in Leprechauns
Yo!
[Hook]
The end is near, but the beginning is here
So never fear, audio garments for your naked ear
Yea, you’re welcome to come along and get a pair
As a weave the words I spit to be a perfect fit, Welcome

[Verse 2: Viro the Virus]
Follow me on this odyssey
I give you play-by-play of the war on sodomy, waged constantly
It’s like Gandhi vs. the Nazis
Osama vs. the Dalai Lama
Illuminati vs. Haile Sellasie
Takes a coal-miner’s moxie, to possibly
Stay un-flinching in the face of abundant pungent hypocrisies
And stubborn philosophies
Thus I puff the Ganja leaf
So my thoughts can quantum-leap to cosmic colonies
A masonic Socretes with Shaman qualities
I’m the anomaly, uncommon atrocity
Massive monstrosity
Capture the lock and key to the Full Monty
Pocket it then move calmly
Before the ghouls spot me
Serve ‘em tailor-made doom promptly
Avant Garde battle-star with a bizarre repertoire
Swing my dick and scar midgets
Move my lips and stars hemorrhage in the far limits
My food for thought can feed a small village
And even a small percentage, is considered a large privilege
Leave you arthritic from the uninvited scar visit
Pop guys, like Popeye off of raw spinach
It’s all vintage, and authentic
Awkwardly augmented, off you within a odd-minute
Yo, the flow’s intense so don’t go against
Arz-Nova holds it down like sex with no consent
Yea!
[Hook]

Welcome (Ladies and Gentleman)

[Verse 3: Viro the Virus]
Welcome, to you and your crew
Flew the coop to pollute the booth
Not even a super-sleuth can get a clue
Of what I’m finna do, Uncharted auditory
Where either you come hard or get your jaw scarred gory
All-star glory for my raw-talk fury
Bull-charged to pull cards, and your broads adore me
But that’s another story for another time
Just like, this is another rhyme for my blunt in mind
And it’s like, climb inside - come along for the ride
I make thunder like when Titans clash, and giants collide
Vertigo-inducement prescribed in a diatribe, I’m sly
Slide liars caramel-covered cynanide
But real rap fans no longer need to complain
Cause like the G.I. Joe twins, I can feel your pain
So, just for you without further ado, Some art that’s new
Here to Belgium, you’re all welcome

Welcome, welcome