Hey I'm the corona man. Here's a rap I made.

Lyrics:

Go ahead and wash your hands see if I care
I’m in your bed, drop your pants cuz love is in the air
I’m a rapist virus 
I spray jizz on your eye’s iris
I’m desirous
I’m like a pollen
You are my bee
You are a dog
And I am a flea
Two analogies 
Should be good enough to make you see 
that you and me are meant to be

Put your ass in lockdown, bitch
Fucking on your grandma
Ya that’s my niche
Oh Shit this pussy good
Gonna hit it twice but don’t know if I should

Deep down I’m starting to catch feelings
For your Grandma and her snatch 
Open pussy flaps and gasp
It’s the holy grail of elderly vag
And so I'll lick it and add it to my pussy menagerie
Joined together forever in holy matrimony
Go on a Honeymoon Cruise to France (Paris) shouted by other guy 

My designs are Global
A young gun going postal
And I got my focal set total Domination
Come and offer some oblations

And every single one of you can get some
I’ll ramrod my cock and make you swallow my cum
Cuz there’s a new god on the block
And I’m cleaning up the scum
Boomers, Dumb bums, and nuns
They can hide, but they can’t run

China, Spain, Germany, Iran
The U.K., USA, South Korea, Italy and Japan
I’ll stop by when I can
You better have a better plan
Than a lockdown on your country
Or I’ll kill your lifespan

AHHHHHH
I fucking hate you all
Your Immune systems are weak and your defenses are small
I break down all your walls
I topple over regimes
Took me less than six months to kill all your dreams

But then suddenly, I’m cast into a pit of dispair
I’m an unstoppable force; It’s not even fair
When nothing is a challenge, Everything becomes meaningless
I wonder if I die, will I even be missed

I don’t even know where to go
Went to the top so there’s nowhere but low
Don’t wanna live if I’m living plateau
Guess I should kill myself just for the show

But I don’t know
What if I try and I die
Only to find that if I had survived
There’d be a time where I would strive
Start from the bottom and back to my prime

No
Fuck it
Depression is dumb
If I’m not being challenged it must mean that I won
Your toilet paper’s gone and your clinic’s overrun
I’m the single greatest tragedy since 9 elevON

At last, I finally remember who I am
I’m a virus raping members of the elderly clan
I turn and look at my wife
Who’s somehow rife with life
And then I knife her in
Deadly cough for the win

Bigger than you
I make a bitch out the flu
That’s why they call me wuflu
Tom Hanks is Who?
I cook him into a stew
You motherfuckers can screw
Let’s rendezvous 
You think I’m hullabaloo
Kill you and bid you adieu
That’s what I do
You don’t wanna fuck wit it
Or get stuck wit it
Got it? Good luck wit it

Taking a look at your country
I’m a junckie and I’m checking every nook and cranny
Looking for a granny
Hoping I can fuck her in her fannie
Cuz its uncanny my ability to get a handy from your mammy
And they still cannot stand me 
Cuz I’m sipping on some brandy 
While they’re heart rate go flatly because they’re coughing up frogs
I’m infecting your dogs
And irritating your breathing
I’m at the (Peak/Peek/Peke/Pique) of my season


Instrumental by Homage
https://www.youtube.com/user/homage253

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