POEM: VIROLOGY (The Triumph of the Forth Horseman) - by Megster


I kill microscopically, biology, virology,  
and all the "ologies" can't define how I'm dropping these
Bodie's, bodies with no apostrophe, no apologies
I kill more men than women, no misogyny 
Yeah what up? ya know me, it's the Wuhan OG,
straight out the Hubei, rep the COV
CDC couldn't hold me, I'm too low key
killed SARs in '03, that was my Dad homie
grew up in a lab lonely, no Moms to console me
Eurostep like Ginobli & spread globally
It’s a new day, I’m a new enemy for a new age
forget the new AIDs, dummy I’m the New Plague
Priests hiding, praying science can save the day
nurses looking danger pay, while the soldiers lay in wait
Militaries want my autograph... they can wait
I got 30,000 more to kill in 80 days
This ain't the 1880s, I'm not rabies
vaccines can’t slay me, anti-virals maybe
But you still have to test it out on African babies
Your plan is gone in a puff of smoke, clutching onto luck & hope
I will make 911 look like a f*ck!n joke
I have limitless potential, my growth rate's exponential                                                 
My economic downturn's cyclical, I am biblical!! 
the best who ever did it, my acclaim….CRITICAL! 

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