I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless, and I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless, which means I'm tearless, which means my iris resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded, but I'mma find it, I can feel it's nearness, but I'mma fear so I don't come near, like a chicken or a deer, but I remember I'm not a listener or a seer, so my windshield smear, here you stare, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness, the windshield is menstrual, the whole drill is roadkill, so trillin' so sincere, yeah I'm both them there, took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat and the lokes in a chair had approached him here, made it clear as a ghost so I bite the other thokes in the mirror, the writer of the quotes for the ghost, who's supplier of the notes to the living, rivets in his rosette, pockets full of posies, givin' to the mother of the deceased, awakin' that ball till I'm restin' in peace, you goin' over Ted's loop, they tellin' me that they don't feel you, we ain't graduate from school, them big words ain't cool, yeah I heard me and Vic, make a song for the, we don't care about the weather, you'll sell more records if you, and I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless, now as far as the hearing I've found it, it was as far as the distance from a earring to the ground is, but the door knockers on the ear of a stewardess in a leer, she fine and she flyin' I feel him flyin' by cause my mind's on cloud nine and in the mind at the same time, pimp see the wings on a underground king, who's also Klingon, to infinity and beyond, somethin' really stinks but I spinks like Leon, or lyin' in the desert, I flyin' on Pegasus, you flyin' on a pheasant, write a other white powder, pick a other fire flower, spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle's skit, yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white horse but toot my own horn, you just sheddin' too much light, Lou, you're makin' him wanna do right, Lou, they're gettin' self-esteem, Lou, these girls are tryin' to be queens, Lou, they're tryin' to graduate from school, Lou, they're startin' to think that smart is cool, Lou, they're tryin' to get up out the hood, Lou, I'll tell you what you should do and I'm brainless, which means I'm headless, like Ichabod Cranes, or four-play less sexist, which makes me saneless, with no neck left to hang a chain with, which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft, and I ain't used my headrest yet, they said they need proof like a vest-less chest, bout the best fair FF jet in the nest, who exudes confidence in excess depth, even Scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe around these leaves, my snorkel is a tuba, Luda, ruler around these seas, west side Poseidon, west side Poseidon, chest high and rising, almost touchin' the knees of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make you fly with personal floating devices, tricks fallin' out of my sleeves, they can blame, make you brain, make a boat, I make a plane, then I pull the plug and I make it drain, until I feel like flowin' and fillin' it up again, west side, you couldn't even sleep, that's why you ain't poppin' in the streets, you ain't winnin' no awards, robots and skateboards, GQ man of the year, G, they rockin' over here, B, won't you talk about your cars, G, they told me I should come down, cousin, but I flatly refuse, I ain't dumbed down none, G, G, GQ man of the year, G, they rockin' over here, B, won't you talk about your cars,