Somebody fill my cup while I keep this ** 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
