(Violent J)
Are you scared?
(Fearless)
Are you scared, little bitch?
Are you scared at ghosts
(what's the matter)
Are you scared at ghosts
Matter of fact I'll summon a ghost with this Ouija 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,
on a land mine field like what (boom!)
I'll roll a 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 him
I'll scratch my back with a chainsaw, oh yeah, got it
I'll walk through Compton alone,
and sport Wranglers and a cowboy hat
I'll head-but a fuckin' unicorn, come here bitch (aw, damn)
I'll stand on a stump,
and let you trim my toe-nails with a axe (chop!)
I'll sucker punch a gorilla,
and then try to run with a bannana hangin out my ass
I'll fuckin become pen-pals with the Unibomber
and let him send me packages
I'll drive a ice cream truck through Ethiopia talkin' about free ice cream sandwiches
(Wow!)
(Chorus 2x)
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 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 clinch my butt cheeks shut,
while a ruthless alien' tryin to probe me
I'll recieve an operation on my eyeball,
while riding in a dunebuggy
I'll finger fuck a toilet, and french kiss a light socket (zzzzip!)
I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice (I'm Jenny)
No, no I Wouldn't
I'll take all my clothes off,
and run up and bear hug a cactus (aw!)
I'll sneak up to slick rick and snatch off his eye patch (ladidadi)
I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs
and spread jellyfish on my toast
I'll fuckin' grease my ass up, and sit ontop of a flag post
I'll shoot a game of pool, with the grim reaper
and then let him beat me
I'll meet Jeffrey Dahmer at some kinda of bar
let him take me home and eat me
(Chorus 2x)
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 Booya Tribe
ups and downs like whut
I'll hire Michael Jacksons plastic surgeon
tell him hey do me up
I'll put my lips on a 81' Nova's exhaust pipe
and smoke that fucker
I'll fuck a chick raw with crabs so big
Red Lobsters tryin to catch'em
I'll start a record label and invest everything I got on M.C. Hammer
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 go to a big ass b hive on a tree,
drop my drawers and hump it (no fear)
(Chorus repeats until end)
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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