[Verse - Young Korgy]
This virus, I’m infected with it
Shout out Shir and Collective with it
Fuck your blessings, I’m still a-get it
Don’t give a lick about what you spittin'
This virus conspires inside us, we dyin'
Depression is a motherfucker, by it this album’s inspired
But fuck that shit, I’m ‘bout to rip up everything that is tired
Y’all got trick rappers fired up, ‘cause they hittin' notes like Mariah
But they could never match to this, my artistry is like iron
Still try’na find my inner fire, and my ambitions as a rider
Like Rick and Morty, I been distorted and been destroyin'
All simple, sordid-ass, Rick-Moranis-ass, little-giant-ass
Lyin'-ass, Desiigner-ass biters, Swiper-no-swipin'-ass rhymers
Fake like Drake, came in the game rich
Plastic, mass produced, Nicki’s anus
Fuck Lil Xan, fuck O3G, compare to Pac? Hah, hard-a-ly
For this hip-hop shit, I’m a martyr, G
Young Giordano Bruno mixed with a bit of Biz Markie
Half a gram of Padraig Pearse and an ounce of Sean P
A little Johan Hegg and a hell of a lot of Tecca Neez
Add a whole fuckin’ pound of Tommy Chong, that ganja got me coughin'
And a bucket full of Big Proof and a rest in peace to Steve Hawking