I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Type of shit that you don't have...
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know...
That's the new shit!
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin' stupid
Type of shit that you don't have...
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know...
That's the new shit!