Afraid of Nothing feat. Somaya Reese

歌詞

"I ain't scared of nothing" - Richard Pryor [Hook]: Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high Get 'em Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high Get 'em My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing [Verse One]: That nigga Chino XL is a cold menace That ain't scared of nothing like I got no nerve endings With the sickest sentence that is known from here to Venice Since Rick Rubin signed my demo, been stronger than wooly mammoths Heart darker than Black Sabbath A real master of words that causes Havoc like Prodigy's partner's parents Syllable chemist, was 16 with my first 12" Destine I had no choice like an arranged marriage Like an inbred, tie you up in a toolshed Hang you upside down and beat you till your piss turns red Make you an invalid Yes I'm sick and into it It makes my heart warm like hating my father when I was a kid No saving grace, I'm using razor blades to slash your arms You're left for days and ate by gators in the Everglade swamps I ain't scared of nothing, I'm stubborn, a live wire My name in sign language is a middle finger on fire [Hook]: My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high Get 'em Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high Get 'em [Verse Two]: I'm that brolic god of carnage that would body college Sick as gynecologists, spit collagen at live pirahanas Eat cyanide olives by a cottage in the farthest forest Burning down a farmer's crops just when he was about to harvest My vocal cords will murder yours from sheer power wattage Your comments, "Why did the plague of Chino rain down upon us?" Silence I'm breaking your legs, you're nausious You can't run again like a president that already served two terms in office Living lawless, raw performance for the riches Put you down like toliet seats when you live in a house full of bitches Sicker than Caeser's syphilis And Jonbenet Ramsey's killers And pictures of Natalie Holloway's titties (can I get a witness?) My spirit is big so I don't fear a thing I'll karate kick Steven Segal in his lace front wig Fuck a pig Hop out the whip and shatter your ribs Wearing a mask in broad daylight like Michael Jackson's kids did And I'll flip and then whip you to death with a marble bar stool And dig up your corpse so I can drive in the lane for car pool How do you think you can threaten the metaphor weapon That's responsible for inventing this industry's rebellion? Hellion Dark scoundrel Me fearing someone? Over my dead body nigga, Gary Coleman [Hook]: My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high Get 'em Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high Get 'em "I ain't scared of nothing" [Verse Three]: Lungs of a champion I take one breath and start an album and don't breathe again until I'm sitting at mastering Chino the ambassador, caster of the spell of a massacre Hell is the task of thee assassin that does more spazing per capita Serving half of the bastard rappers, inhaling cancer, breath out asthema Dump your body in the back of a factory canister My position is vivid, if it's a gimmick I give it 60 minutes than exhibit the sickest village verbal spillage Worship my words I got more game than Wild Life Preserves I'm purging out sperm in a perma perm in a groupie birth I stand firm in the stance that Chino XL is the handsomest No time for romance and shit, I'm on my Charles Manson shit I got so many bars that I could apply for a liquor license Not the lesbian type that's dyking but Viking trips I'm writing Where my similes are similar and liken to a Lycan Werewolf in the night that'll have you and your Christ afterlife you liking I'm fighting, managing, keeping savage at all costs Fuck showers I'm dragging Mark Zimmerman through a car wash I rhyme to the point of exhaust and killing everybody And copied 16 and sloppy and played out like Ed Hardy You started, I'm slashing, I don't wanna hear you're sorry Leave your face fractured, twisted backward like Whitney's baby daddy Bobbi I'm the illest is what the gossip is Wanna rep your state? Alright, I'm beat you into the state of unconsciousness Monsterous until I'm posthumous it's obvious Me fearing anybody breathing, simply nonsense My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing My only weakness is I ain't scared of nothing