Virus
Bones Lyrics


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Locked in my grave, I ain′t slept in days
Worms in my blunt, I got mud up in my veins
Cemetery legend, poppin' like Excedrin
I′m on it smoking heavy, at this rate I'll be high forever
You speakin' like a reverend, then acting like a felon
These conscious rap pussies ain′t in no place help us
No position to tell me, how the worship be
Bitch get you some money, get the fuck up off the street

Bringing it all the way back, bitch
Sippin′ it off my flask, bitch
Creepin' up with that blade
Better bust quick when you see that SESH shit
Wreck shit what I′mma do do, motherfuck your Bentley coupe
Time after time, Cyndi Lauper back in '82
Comin′ down clean in a new machine
Drugs on deck and the money on me
Styrofoam cup and I don't sip lean
I just need a place to go but I want my weed
Leave me alone, I just need to fucking breathe
I′m just sick of all these trash every day I fucking see
So I lock the fucking door and keep myself up in the dark
I can see you, I can hear you, I don't even want to start
I don't care about your music, I don′t care about your lord
Throw my body in the trash when my time′s cut short

And that's for real
Don′t give a fuck about how you feel
And that's for real, that′s for real

Okay, you swerve in the lexus, I pull up with your next bitch
O2' Wayne, cash money on the necklace
Always on the guestlist, oh and not to mention
Pick my worst song, bet it′s harder than your best shit
I don't need a Tec clip to depress the tension
My lungs at recess, my heart is in detention
Start [?] in the sense that I'm making
It′s breaking and shaking you down in the pavement
Old and you′re basic, I'm young and amazing
Chain never hangin′, I'm grippin′ on a razor




Feel it with anger, zone turns danger
Friends turn strangers and words get fame

Overall Meaning

In the opening lines of Bones's song "Virus," the rapper describes himself as being locked in a grave and unable to sleep for days. He talks about having worms in his blunt and mud in his veins, suggesting a state of decay or corruption. Despite this, he sees himself as a cemetery legend and focuses on smoking heavily to maintain his high. He calls out other conscious rap artists for not being effective and suggests they should focus on making money instead of preaching to him about worship. The rest of the song contains a lot of braggadocio about his talent and success, while also expressing a sense of isolation and frustration with the world around him.


Overall, "Virus" can be seen as a commentary on the state of rap music and society as a whole. Bones portrays himself as a rebel who stays true to his own vision, while criticizing others who he sees as hypocritical or ineffective. He dismisses the idea of worship and suggests that money is a more important motivator. At the same time, he expresses a sense of alienation and anger that suggests a deeper frustration with the world around him. The song can be interpreted as a call to arms for those who feel marginalized or oppressed, urging them to find their own path and not be held back by conventional wisdom or tradition.


Line by Line Meaning

Locked in my grave, I ain′t slept in days
I've been staying in my dark place for days, without any rest.


Worms in my blunt, I got mud up in my veins
I've been smoking so long that even my blunt has worms. My blood is polluted now and I can't stop.


Cemetery legend, poppin' like Excedrin
I'm famous for being a cemetery legend, even though living is painful like a headache that won't go away.


I′m on it smoking heavy, at this rate I'll be high forever
I've been smoking a lot and it feels like I could keep doing it forever without seeing the end.


You speakin' like a reverend, then acting like a felon
You talk like a priest, but act like a criminal.


These conscious rap pussies ain′t in no place help us
These so-called conscious rappers are not doing enough to help our society.


No position to tell me, how the worship be
You're in no position to tell me how to worship.


Bitch get you some money, get the fuck up off the street
Get yourself some money and get off the streets, don't come for me.


Bringing it all the way back, bitch
Going back to my roots, let's go.


Sippin′ it off my flask, bitch
Drinking from my flask and feeling good, let's go.


Creepin' up with that blade
Approaching you with my weapon, be careful.


Better bust quick when you see that SESH shit
You better act fast when you see that SESH logo, cause I have no mercy.


Wreck shit what I′mma do do, motherfuck your Bentley coupe
I'm gonna fuck shit up, I don't care about your fancy car.


Time after time, Cyndi Lauper back in '82
Referencing Cyndi Lauper's 'Time after time' from 1982.


Comin′ down clean in a new machine
Cruising in a new car, feeling fresh.


Drugs on deck and the money on me
I've got drugs and cash on me.


Styrofoam cup and I don't sip lean
I'm drinking from a cup, but not sipping on lean.


I just need a place to go but I want my weed
I need somewhere to smoke my weed.


Leave me alone, I just need to fucking breathe
Just let me be and breathe.


I′m just sick of all these trash every day I fucking see
I'm tired of seeing all this garbage every single day.


So I lock the fucking door and keep myself up in the dark
To avoid it all, I shut myself in the dark.


I can see you, I can hear you, I don't even want to start
I can sense you, but don't want to deal with you.


I don't care about your music, I don′t care about your lord
I don't care about your music or your religion.


Throw my body in the trash when my time′s cut short
When I die, just throw me away like trash.


And that's for real
I mean it.


Don′t give a fuck about how you feel
I don't care about your emotions.


Okay, you swerve in the lexus, I pull up with your next bitch
You can have your fancy car, I'll just take your girl.


O2' Wayne, cash money on the necklace
Referencing Lil Wayne's O2 tour, with cash hanging from his necklace.


Always on the guestlist, oh and not to mention
I'm always on the VIP list, never forget that.


Pick my worst song, bet it′s harder than your best shit
Even my worst song is better than your best work.


I don't need a Tec clip to depress the tension
I don't need weapons to intimidate others.


My lungs at recess, my heart is in detention
My lungs need a break, but my heart is in turmoil.


Start [?] in the sense that I'm making
I'm starting to see that my actions have consequences.


It′s breaking and shaking you down in the pavement
My music is so good, it'll shake you to the core.


Old and you′re basic, I'm young and amazing
You're old and boring, while I'm young and impressive.


Chain never hangin′, I'm grippin′ on a razor
I don't hang chains around my neck, I hold on to a razor instead.


Feel it with anger, zone turns danger
My anger can make things dangerous quickly.


Friends turn strangers and words get fame
Sometimes even friends become enemies, and words spread fast.




Writer(s): Dp, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Elmo O Connor, Elmo O'connor

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