Are You Not Afraid? lyrics - Deadmau5 & Shotty Horroh

Somebody fill my cup while I keep this reefer burnin'

Come fuck 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

Fuck 'em, tell your favorites I'm a league above 'em

I put that on every piece of pussy that my penis 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 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 afraid of 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 2Pac with his juice back

A zoot wrap, 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 bloodclaat yaadis as my pharmacist

What might happen?

Bitches 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 bitch stomp her head, if you're full of shit, you appear tough

You're nothing here to our motherfuckers in here

Don't suck a dick, you come near, you'll get fuckin' kicked in your beer gut

Victims in fear when I put a couple whispers in ears

Man, enough fuckin' kittens in here, tell them pussy 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 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 a bitch with her underpants

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?

Are you not perhaps afraid of what might happen?