ICP: Fearless

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 foodI'll mow the fuckin' lawn, of a land-mine field likewhat...boomI'll roll an M-80 up in some papers, and smoke that shit upI'll share a dirty heroin needle, with that dirty bitch CourtneyLoveI'll run around the white house lawn, naked and screamin' andbustin' shots at itI'll scratch my back with a chainsaw...oh yeah...mmm...got itI'll walk through Compton alone, sportin' Wranglers and a cowboyhatI'll headbutt a fuckin' unicorn...c'mere bitch, ugh...damnI'll stand on a stump, and let you trim my toenails with an axeI'll sucker punch a gorilla, and try to run with a banana hangin'out my assI'll fuckin' become pen-pals with the unibomber, and let'em sendme packagesI'll drive an ice cream truck through Ethiopia talkin' aboutFREE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the matter, are youscared?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 youscared?What's the matter, what's the matter, tell me are you fearless?I'd let Sam Kinison borrow my carif he was still aroundI'll bungee jump off a crane with only a spaghetti noodle tiedonI'll clench my butt cheeks shut, when a ruthless alien's tryin'to probe meI'll receive and operation on my eye, while ridin' in a dunebuggyI'll finger fuck a toilet, and french kiss a light socketI'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice "Hi, I'm Jenny" Nah, no Iwouldn'tI'll take all my clothes off, and run up and bear hug a cactusI'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 mytoastI'll fuckin' grease my ass off, and sit on top of a flag postI'll shoot a game of pool with the grim reaper, and let'em beatmeI'll meet Jeffery Dalmer at some kind of bar, let'em take mehome, and eat meNo fear...What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the matter, are youscared?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 youscared?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 likewhatI'll hire Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon, tell'em, Hey, do meupI'll put my lips on an '81 Nova's exhaust pipe, and smoke thatsuckaI'll fuck a chick raw with crabs so big, Red Lobster's tryin' tocatch'emI'll start a record label, and invest everything I got on MCHammer (Can't Touch This 2)I'll wear a pink bikini thong, and walk right through theslammerI'll take a chrome desert eagle 45, put it to the dome, and dumpitI'll pull a big ass bee hive out a tree, drop my drawers and dumpitNo fear...*Chorus till fade*