Are You Not Afraid (Explicit) - Deadmau5/Shotty Horroh/Joel Zimmerman/Adam Steven Rooney

Lyrics by：Joel Zimmerman/Adam Steven Rooney

Composed by：Joel Zimmerman/Adam Steven Rooney

Somebody fill my cup while I keep this ** burnin'

Come f**k 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

F**k 'em tell your favorites I'm a league above 'em

I put that on every piece of p***y that my p***s bust in

Lord I think I can hear them demons call me

Christ they're tryna 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 f**king feature from him

I f**k your b***h 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 f**k '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

B***h 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 d**k

This f**king groupie tried to send me to the bar for drinks

I told that thirsty b***h "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

B***hes 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 deer's 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 b***h stomp her head if you're full of s**t you appear tough

You're nothing here to our motherf**kers in here

Don't suck a d**k you come near

You'll get f**kin' kicked in your beer gut

Victims in fear when I put a couple whispers in ears

Man enough f**kin' kittens in here

Tell them p***y 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 f**k 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 b***h with her underpants

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen