Are You Not Afraid

Somebody fill my cup while I keep this reefer burnin'

Come fxxk my mood up, I hope you do need to speak on somethin'

You can sleep on me but your deathbed is the sheets and covers

I mean if you beef then the repercussion's the reaper's caution

Fxxk 'em, tell your favorites I'm a league above 'em

I put that on every piece of ***** that my ***** bust in

Lord, I think I can hear them demons call me

Christ, they're trynaa cross me like the Jesus somethin'

That's a super bad look, rappers seem to be McLovin

Sayin' Horroh's weak and then ask for a ******* feature from him

I fxxk your b1tch when I see your woman

If she doesn't know me, I'll tell her I'm Justin Bieber's cousin

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?

They could never call me ordinary

What? Fxxk 'em, with one foot in the mortuary

They said that hip-hop's dead, I hit them all to get it

Put it on my back and I don't even think the corpse is heavy

Tell them stupid cartoon rappers Tutankhamun's back

I'm 2Pac with his juice back

A zoot wrap, two straps, a Hail Mary two track

B1tch, I'll kill us all if you don't move back

Kamikaze, I find it hard giving half a s**t

Narcissist, I guarantee I've got a larger ****

This fxxking groupie tried to send me to the bar for drinks

I told that thirsty b1tch, "Here's a yard of piss you could hardly lift"

Bob Marley spliff will put me where the martians live

I use a couple bloodclaat yaadis as my pharmacist

What might happen?

B1tches like kick flips (Yay), all up on my gnarly tricks

And they just wanna blow me like some broken Sega cartridges

I led my hyenas to the deers blood

Not a strong enough for bringing me a werewolf

I've got a big old gang to get it cleared up

Trip and lead your sisters to leaking liquid from tear ducts

Keep on giving that weird look, you'll get hit with this beer cup

Bully ***** stomp her head, if you're full of s**t, you appear tough

You're nothing here to our motherfxxkers in here

Don't suck a ****, you come near, you'll get fxxkin' kicked in your beer gut

Victims in fear when I put a couple whispers in ears

Man, enough fxxkin' kittens in here, tell them ***** whiskers get sheared up

Mother, cousins, and peers but they not heard from you for years

'Cause we get cut and chopped, then we clear up

Bloods, innards, and smeared guts

Sufferin' succotash

Took an upper-class slut mother back to **** her while her son was in a rugby match

You in the club, turnin' up, doing the dougie dance

I'm at your crib, choking a b1tch with her underpants

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?