are you not afraid?

somebody fill my cup while i keep this reefer burnin'

come fuck my mood up i hope you do need to speak or somethin'

you could sleep on me but your death bed is the sheets and covers

i mean if you beef then the repercussion's the reaper's cushion

fuck 'em. tell your favourites i'm a league above 'em

i put that on every piece of pussy that my penis bustin'

lord

i think i can hear them demons coming

christ

they're tryin'a cross me like the jesus something

that's a super bad look

rappers seem to be mclovin

sayin' horroh's weak and then ask for a fucking feature from him

i fuck your bitch 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? fuck '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

bitch i'll kill us all if you don't move back

kamikaze i find it hard giving half a shit

narcissist i guarantee i've got a larger dick

this fucking groupie tried to send me to the bar for drinks

i told that thirsty bitch here's a yard of piss you could hardly lift

bob marley spliff will put me where the martians live

i use a couple bloodclart yardie's as my pharmacist

what what whwhwhwhat wh hw wh hw wh hw wh hw what might happen

bitches like kick flips

all up in my gnarly tricks

and they just want to blow me like some broken sega cartridges

i led my hyenas to the deer's blood

not a strong enough for bringing me a werewolf

i've got a big ol' gang to get it cleared up

trip and lead your sisters to leaking liquid from tears ducts

keep on giving that bird looks

you 'gon get hit with this beer cup

bullet bitch up in here but you're full of shit you appear tough

you're nothing here so our motherfuckers in here

don't suck a dick

you come near you'll get fucking kicked in your beer gut

victims in fear when i put a couple whispers in ears

we're not fucking kittens in here 'till that pussy whiskers get sheared up

mother cousin's and peers but ain't heard nothing from you for years

cause they get cut and chucked and we clear up bloods

innards

and smeared guts

sufferin' succotash!

took an upper-class slut's mother back to fuck 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 yer bitch with her underpants

are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?