Queasy

[Intro]
It's Virus Syndicate
Chime
Disciple
Hyuh

[Verse 1]
Chains back with a rhythm and flow
Quick sixteen, I kill a man slow
These mans wanna claim they're the coldest
But I'm the coldest, let a man know
I'm gone, just let a man go
Grown up man, let a man grow
But when it comes to the bars
I slay all day like watch when I get a man, go
You don't wanna chat about David mate
No this ain't the Letterman Show
You'll see who's the better man though
Like watch when I get a man, go
Cool with the bars, I [?] 'em on blow
Them man are sweet like cinnamon rolls
Claim to be Gs, claim to be Forbes
Yeah, but I ain't ever seen 'em on roll

[Build]
Queasy for 'em
Won't make this easy for 'em
(Hyuh) Queasy for 'em
Way too breezy for 'em
Stop wait, what's going on
They don't want this when it's under the sun
Like stop wait, what's going on
They don't want this when it's under the sun
Hyuh
Queasy

[Drop]

[Verse 2]
My style reckless
I'm wild and restless
Ride mic like Vespas
On road like a white Lexus
In the night rest
I'ma ride out if you test this
I'm tried and test
I'm vibe invested
Eat up, beats chewed and digested
Live in the gut like three trimesters
I'm alive and censored
Some say vile and offensive
Come like a step, keep pensive, vented
Beats and bars, I'm a danger, murder
Come with the heat and flavour (Purge)
They don't wanna see me now (Burn)
Anything we put down (Hurt)
I knew when they stepped to the click
Get knocked [?], bang quick left in the ditch

[Build]
(Hyuh) Queasy for 'em
Won't make this easy for 'em
(Hyuh) Queasy for 'em
Way too breezy for 'em
Stop wait, what's going on
They don't want this when it's under the sun
Like stop wait, what's going on
They don't want this when it's under the sun
Hyuh
Queasy

[Drop]

[Outro]
It's Virus Syndicate
Chime
Disciple