Are you scared?
Are you scared, bitch?
Are you scared of ghosts?
I'm not scared of ghosts
As a matter of fact
I'll summon a ghost with this oujia board
And as soon as it shows up, I'll slap it
I'll go to Alaska
Bitch slap a polar bear
And take its food
I'll mow the fuckin' lawn
Of a land-mine field, like what--boom
I'll roll an M-80 up in some papers
And smoke that shit up
I'll share a dirty heroin needle
With that dirty bitch Courtney Love
I'll run around the White House lawn
Naked and screamin' and bustin' shots at it
I'll scratch my back with a chainsaw
Oh yeah ... mmmm ... got it
I'll walk through Compton alone
Sportin' Wranglers and a cowboy hat
I'll headbutt a fuckin' unicorn
C'mere bitch -- ugh, damn
I'll stand on a stump
And let you trim my toenails with an axe
I'll sucker-punch a gorilla
And try to run with a banana hangin' out my ass
I'll fuckin' become pen-pals with the Unabomber
And let 'em send me packages
I'll drive an ice cream truck through Ethiopia
Talkin' about free ice cream sandwiches
What's the matter, what's the matter
What's the matter, are you scared?
What's the matter, what's the matter
Tell me, are you fearless?
What's the matter, what's the matter
What's the matter, are you scared?
What's the matter, what's the matter
Tell me, are you fearless?
I'd let Sam Kinison borrow my car
If he was still around
I'll bungee jump off a crane
With only a spaghetti noodle tied on
I'll clench my butt cheeks shut
When a ruthless alien's tryin' to probe me
I'll receive an operation on my eye
While ridin' in a dune buggy
I'll finger fuck a toilet
And french kiss a light socket
I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice
"Hi, I'm Jenny" -- nah, no I wouldn't
I'll take all my clothes off
And run up and bear hug a cactus
I'll sneak up to Slick Rick
And snatch off his eye patch
(Lodi, dodi)
I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs
And spread a jelly fish on my toast
I'll fuckin' grease my ass off
And sit on top of a flag post
I'll shoot a game of pool
With the grim reaper, and let'em beat me
I'll meet Jeffery Dalmer at some kind of bar
Let 'em take me home and eat me
No fear
What's the matter, what's the matter
What's the matter, are you scared?
What's the matter, what's the matter
Tell me, are you fearless?
What's the matter, what's the matter
What's the matter, are you scared?
What's the matter, what's the matter
Tell me, are you fearless?
I'll throw gang signs at the Boo-Yaa tribe
Ups and downs, like what?
I'll hire Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon
Tell 'em hey, do me up
I'll put my lips on an '81 Nova's exhaust pipe
And smoke that sucka
I'll fuck a chick raw with crabs so big
Red Lobster's tryin' to catch 'em
I'll start a record label
And invest everything I got on MC Hammer
(Can't Touch This 2)
I'll wear a pink bikini thong
And walk right through the slammer
I'll take a chrome Desert Eagle .45
Put it to the dome, and dump it
I'll pull a big-ass beehive outta a tree
Drop my drawers and dump it
No fear
What's the matter, what's the matter
What's the matter, are you scared?
What's the matter, what's the matter
Tell me, are you fearless?
What's the matter, what's the matter
What's the matter, are you scared?
What's the matter, what's the matter
Tell me, are you fearless?
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