[Verse 1] Somebody fill my cup while I keep this reefer burnin' Come f** my mood up I hope you do need to speak or somethin' You could sleep on me but your d**h bed is the sheets and covers I mean if you beef then the reprocussion's the reaper's cushion f** 'em. Tell your favourites I'm a league above 'em I put that on every piece of p**y 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 f**ing feature from him I f** your b**h when I see your woman If she doesn't know me I'll tell her I'm Justin Bieber's cousin [Hook-scratch] Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen? [Verse 2] They could never call me ordinary What? f** '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 k** us all if you don't move back Kamikaze I find it hard giving half a sh** Narcissist I guarantee I've got a larger dick This f**ing 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 bloodclart Yardie's as my pharmacist [Hook-scratch] What what whwhwhwhat wh hw wh hw wh hw wh hw what might happen [Verse 3] b**hes like kick flips (yayyy) All up in my 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 Keep on giving that bird looks, you 'gon get hit with this beer cup Bullet b**h up in here but You're full of sh** you appear tough You're nothing here so our motherf**ers in here don't s** a dick, you come near you'll get f**ing kicked in your beer gut Victims in fear when I put a couple whispers in ears We're not f**ing kittens in here 'till that p**y 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 Sufferin' succotash! Took an upper-cla** s*ut's mother back to f** 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 b**h with her underpants [Hook-scratch x2] Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?