Afraid Lyrics & Chords By Mark Douglas

Damn it's really bright out here
Guess I shoulda brought some sunglasses
If I knew we were shooting a video outside
Now some of you out there might be out on top of your rooftop talking to your self too
But you not famous rappers so no one cares
Now if you excuse me I'm going down stairs
You can try and throw away my lyric sheets before I can see them
Ha too bad I got them memorized I don't even need them
Yeah I still got homophobic lines
but you can't get up cause that fag Elton John and I once did a duet To my fans I apologize for ruing your life's
I'll get back to writing songs about murdering my wife He spits his line up every time without any rehearsing
Sometimes he rhymes about himself
in the third person
His rapping is hilarious or completely serious and if you make fun of him he will get freaking furious cause he can dish it out but he just can't take it Like a baker who hates cakes but always bakes it
Whos this dude looking at me he looks just like me clocking me, mocking me, I think he wants to fight me
Ow I tried to hit the man but it broke my hand then he ran must have been a crazed fan oh damn there he is again
I'm not afraid to throw a chair
It was from IKEA so I don't care
I'm bumping into people on the street
I'm wearing shape-ups on my feet I'm just like you I've been there too
I'm rich and famous so I take that back it's not true
It was my decision to do drugs I did it for fun but now I'm done I can get back to puns about Kim Kardashian and her two ton buns of fun so gigantuan that they block out the sun
I'm the worlds greatest rapper in fact that's undisputed but for some reson I act like I'm persecuted If you think I'm a turkey well then you can just stuff it
I'm the only MC to have a beef with a puppet
I can rap about Afghanistan, Iraq or BP but I'd rather make fun of some minor celebrites
Here's a list of people that I like to impeach: Patricia Heaton, Wil Wheaton, Rubin Studdard and Screech
but I wont diss Kanye or Lil' Wayne that ain't fun they're both really nice and they ain't hurt no one Screw Michael J Fox 'cause he shakes when he walks
Aren't you glad that I'm back to get this message across
I'm not afraid to get really pissed and all my critics that hardly exist
I'm such a whiny baby I keep complaining
I'm rich as hell my records sell
I'm such an ass but I'll get a pass
people love me 'cause I can rhyme words really fast