Are You Not Afraid-Deadmau5/Shotty Horroh/J. Worra

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