LYRICS

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 reprocussion'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...
A-a-afraid of wha- what what whwhwhwhat wh hw wh hw wh hw wh hw
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 Tupac with his Juice1 back
I suit rap, 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 big flips (yayyy)
All of them are 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 (ducks)
Keep on giving that bird2 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
Suffering 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...a-a-afraid of wha- what what whwhwhwhat wh hw wh hw wh hw wh hw what might happen
Are you not perhaps...a-a-afraid of wha- what what whwhwhwhat wh hw wh hw wh hw wh hw what might happen

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