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 repercussions the reapers caution
Fxxk em, tell your favorites Im 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, theyre trynaa cross me like the Jesus somethin
Thats a super bad look, rappers seem to be McLovin
Sayin Horrohs weak and then ask for a ** ***** feature from him
I fxxk your b1tch when I see your woman
If she doesnt know me, Ill tell her Im Justin Biebers 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-hops dead, I hit them all to get it
Put it on my back and I dont even think the corpse is heavy
Tell them stupid cartoon rappers Tutankhamuns back
Im 2Pac with his juice back
A zoot wrap, two straps, a Hail Mary two track
B1tch, Ill kill us all if you dont move back
Kamikaze, I find it hard giving half a s**t
Narcissist, I guarantee Ive got a larger ****
This fxxking groupie tried to send me to the bar for drinks
I told that thirsty b1tch, 'Heres 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
Ive 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, youll get hit with this beer cup
Bully ***** stomp her head, if youre full of s**t, you appear tough
Youre nothing here to our motherfxxkers in here
Dont suck a ****, you come near, youll 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
Im 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?