Ken, of course he's not rap, never said he was. My thing is that Bieber sucks, and so does rap. If you want to know my ancientness, it's that I tend to sing Jimmy Buffett songs when I walk solo in griz territory. They match my hiking stride, most of them anyway, and they seem to work to stave off the bad monsters.
However, when I meet some possibly threatening animal face-to-face, I have a pretty effective BS line I toss to them to ease their apprension and de-escalate the situation. Just know that I've had some extensive linguistics training during my undergrad anthropology/pre-med days. There are several English words that are apparently universally pleasant-sounding to non-English speaking people (or animals?).
#1 on the list is the word(s) "cellar door." #2 is "rest area." I've expanded upon this, and based on soft sounds, morphemes, and allomorphs, I've come up with the following set of words to calm the wild beasts. It works damn well on all sorts of critters–moose, bears, bison, goats, and even chipmunks, ducks, and the rabbits in my yard. The key is to not accentuate the B, D, K, P, or T sounds, but rather to soften them so that they don't sound harsh and threatening. And don't look the animal directly in the eye–that's a sign of aggression.
Rest area cellar door (pronounced "Resth area cellar thoor)
Ama Dablam (ama thablam), Despues (Spanish for 'later' or 'afterwards')–pronounce
it 'thes poise'
Ich liebe dich (German for "I love you"); but instead of pronouncing it in the harsh southern German way–'eek leeba deek', do it in the northern Teutonic way of 'eesh leeva deesh', which sounds much softer.
Follow it all with one my pal shared with me once while cowboy camping on the crest of the Continental Divide back in '78, when I was putting my leggings on. He said, "Dunk, I speak french, poo yo long zhons on." (put your long johns on).
So, this is my time-tested line, modified to soften the harsh sounds:
Rest area, cellar door
Ama Dablam, despues
Ich liebe dich
Put your long johns on
It has worked for me scores of times over the years to calm various beasts, and to let them know I wasn't a threat. Of course, maybe my crappy singing voice, and those Buffett songs, scared away a bunch of bears too, before I ever saw them, who knows?
Is this chaff, or what? Probably it's just too much information…sorry. I'll go to bed now.