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 |