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i Am uR fEaR



Intro:
Are you afraid of me yet punk?
Are you afraid of me yet PUNK?
ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME YET PUNK?
WELL YOU FUCKIN' SHOULD BE!!!

Verse 1:
Where you at? Where you be?
What's with that? Ya fuck with me.
So ya squak and shit-talk, but can't walk the walk so hide under that rock.
Bringin' shit, Startin' a scrap,
I'll kill you twit, Dumb rap crap.
F-R-E-A-K, Kickin' ass all day, While you run away, But you're done today.
You think I'm nuts? You think I'm insane?
See my self-inflicted cuts, Then know I feal no pain.
Your future's lookin' dim, Like that fag shady-slim, And once I'm in, I'll tear you limb from limb.
What's with the hype, And all of ya needin' a pic,
Of me with this pipe, And some punk ass bleedin', I'm sick.
On a roll, Outta the hole, No soul except a fat bowl, Now I'm outta fucking control.
Fuck around, And you're gonna get hurt,
Put ya in the ground, And dump on the dirt.
Now I'm set, I'll let the pigs know we never met, Yer dead I won the bet, But I'm not satisfied yet.
Hands coated in mud and crud, but not entirely,
The rest of me is covered in blood, And I need more ANARCHY!

Chorus:
What do you fear? What do you fear? What do you fear?
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?
What do you fear? What do you fear? What do you fear?
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?
What do you fear? What do you fear? What do you fear?
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?
I know your FEARS! I know your FEARS! I know your FEARS!
FOR I AM YOUR FEAR!!!!

Verse 2:
Whatcha doin', How much the cost?
But I'm screwin', So go get lost.
I'm on the ball, But I'll never fall, Built up like a wall, Allways lookin' for a brawl.
Ya got me pissed, And ya know what that means,
You just won't be missed, When I take out your house support beams.
Fuckin' with the master of disaster, Who'll plaster yer ass faster than a Star Trek blaster.
Just a crazy mother-fuck, Who ain't stoppin',
If yer in my way dumb fuck, Yer gettin' a poppin'.
Fuck you loser, Just cuz I'm a boozer, A marijauna abuser, And multiple drug user.
I love to get drunk, And I love the sesh,
I love killing a punk, And eating his flesh.
A day ain't filling, Without any killing, The rest's all just chilling, Don't ya love victims who aren't willing?
Death is all I feal, All else is an illusion,
God is not real, Created only for confusion.

-written October 31st, 2000.