Fearless Lyrics

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 it's 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...mmm...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 unibomber, 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 and 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 bee hive out a tree, drop my drawers and dump it
No fear...
*Chorus till fade*


Props to J Ya Dead Homie for taking the time to type these lyrics and send them in.

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