Hey son, (yo son) are you ready for what's goin down?
hey bro, (yo bro) are you ready for a brand new sound?
then drop the pad and pencil and just let go…
I've been waiting for this for way too long. the hot new stuff is just way too strong. like a sound censored blast out of a port-a-john, this stuff is sick and hidden in da wrong. so stop complainin, and quit the whining, nobody wants to hear a piece of dying. i feel like a capricorn fulla scorn just to get two licks at what's new and born. of course the brand new wave is a technological break through, just to get up in time to save you. but what's new grows old, and so i hear, but i'm sicka the silence and the shock is near.
The band around here brings white circus cheer to grab the attention of all passer-byes.
demonstration? there's no need! proof? enough greed! we have created our own alibi.
so give up the writing, give up the music, all your stuff is crap with the white circus band.
deleting the chances of other groups, we have erased everything you fools have planned.
Plan nothing, the shock is coming, while you are all set back from an explosion. a modern day gestapo while we all face the bullets, ridin the pine with an internal implosion. hot, dropping the liquid like we sell the dimes, shot like the many people so many of times. rock, for what we live, die for what we do. rap, for how we breathe, rise to break it through. (shock shock shock)
Felony is a fallacy, so don't steal from us you wanna-be's. seen one too many broad days of hope, to pack your bags while the others cope. go home and leave, we set the tone at home, back away from the stage if you can't grab da mic. a couple of checks and we're on our way, to rockin the show all day and night. it's called shock, you'll need an expert analysis as you drop from psycho paralysis.

plan nothing, the shock is coming, while you are all set back from an explosion. a modern day gestapo while we all face the bullets, ridin the pine with an internal implosion. hot, dropping the liquid like we sell the dimes, shot like the people so many of times. rock, for what we live, die for what we do. rap, for how we breathe, rise to break it through. (shock shock shock)