CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : CORONA VIRUS FREESTYLE

Wuhan in the building!
Yeah
Lynch Mob!
Shout-out China
Shout-out Ebola
Shout-out Swine Flu, n***a
Yeah, I'm sick of this b*t*h, end of the world

Coronavirus, Coronavirus, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
b*t*h, I'm sick like Coronavirus, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Nudes in my DM's from Noah Cyrus, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Blunt got more grams than Billie Eilish, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
I'm tryna think, ho', be quiet
Yo' b*t*h go down like Kobe Bryant

In a helicopter, that's hella awkward
You see the symptoms, better tell the doctor
Got daddy issues, go tell your father
Don't even bother tryna talk to me
Only open your mouth to swallow me
Or sip hemlock like Socrates
Honеstly, misogyny my policy
Givin' kids acid on Halloween
I'm so misogynistic, make his b*t*h misogihistic
The clock is tickin', no pot to p*ss in
Don't wonder why your mama missin'
My c*ck shе lickin', my c*ck is itchin'
All cops are b*t*hes, it's not your business
I got no interest, my c*ck harder than long division
My c*ck harder than long division, huh, ayy, yeah
On a holocaust for all the cops
I'm pullin' out all the stocks, I give it all I got
I'm tossin' Molotovs and tomahawks at all the opps
Locked on, gotta monologue
I'm an oligarch, at Olive Garden, eatin' à la carte while I'm sparkin'

What? Chauncey
Lynch Mob!

Coronavirus, Coronavirus, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
b*t*h, I'm sick like Coronavirus, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Nudes in my DM's from Noah Cyrus, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Blunt got more grams than Billie Eilish, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
I'm tryna think, ho', be quiet
Yo' b*t*h go down like Kobe Bryant
This not your safe space You f**king b*t*h
Yeah, yeah, yeah

That Kobe joke was way too soon, but time is fake and so are you
I'll never fly a helicopter too, 'cause a locket cost that chopper too
Go boom, what your doctor do?
Lick off the blood, Coronavirus
Might buy a mask and send wiretaps to my plug 'cause I'm gonna buy all the gas
Board up the doors and reinforce the floors so no feds can fit there, that's through the boards
way deport, I'm gonna praise the lord, and take all the whores with a golden sword
That marijuana, I'm foldin' more, yeah, that's your flow? I stole your whore
You don't own cadence or the chords
All hail our pagan overlords
Please just face it, you're the worst
b*t*h a nickel pocket cost
Drop a soda on the floor
Kill a bully, but what for?
He ain't hurtin' anymore, he a j*rk while you is core
He ain't hurtin' anymore, yeah, yeah

Please stop bullying children