This is a song about "Type of rock"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

18 year sentence with no parole

That's the type of shit that'll get a "tough guy" stole

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I cant have that type of coating

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And it rules everything around them

This type of lifestyle that one simulates

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

This shit is a different type of warfare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this