This kind of music - that's the new shit
This kind of music - you can't refuse it
This kind of music - you just know
This kind of music - fucking crazy
[?x]
That's the new shit
Fucking crazy
That's the new shit
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smelling like Boone's Farm
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mum
Conniving Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming, "Let's get it on!"
Street, 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music!
(This kind of music [?x])
This kind of music - that's the new shit
This kind of music - you can't refuse it
(This kind of music [?x])
Fucking crazy
Go crazy
That's the new shit
Go crazy
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
Go crazy
Fucking crazy
Go crazy
That's the new shit
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me