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 Rate FEARLESS
Artist : ICP
Song : FEARLESS
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 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 base 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 end]
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