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I'll go to Alaska, bitch slap a polar bear and
take its 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 chain saw, oh yeah, got it I'll
walk through Compton alone, in sport Wranglers and
a cowboy hat I'll head-butt a fuckin unicorn, come
here bitch I'll stand on a stump, and let you trim
my toenails with a axe I'll sucker punch a
gorilla, and then try to run with a banana 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 [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
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receive an operation on my eyeball, while riding
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 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 I'll eat a
bowl of cluster bombs and spread jellyfish on my
toast I'll fuckin grease my ass up, and sit on top
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]
Whats 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 through
gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like
whut I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon
tell him hey do me up I'll put my lips on a 81'
novas 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 bee hive on
a tree, drop my drawers and hump it [Chorus]
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 feared [repeats until
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