I was bored   I need a new drug   Everybody bitin' shit   Gettin' fucked up      M.I.A. rollin' wit Blaqstarr   Anyone talking shit   I'm gonna blow 'em all up      Who's mad?   Who's crazy?   Who's fucked up?   It's about time I rack 'em all up      More fire, more power   More wound up   I'm the queen of this shit   Don't bother steppin' up      Dance, dammit, dance   I rule   Dance, dammit, dance   I rule      What I got   You can't get from ya mama   What I got   You can't get from ya ho      I got alien aphrodisiacs   I found visiting planets of the zodiac   Got a six pack so you don't get side track   I'll be in Baltimore tonight on the Amtrak      Got a Mac with PCP for ya lap   Same effects as LSD and smack   Boom, boom, I'm bringin' you the new crack   Like a club track made from Iraq      What I got   You can't get from ya mama   What I got   You can't get from ya ho      Get to you in high tech pro tool   Woop, woop, chop, screw in hotels   Club cars in the street front of people   At home we can play some scruples      But tonite I'll wait 'til the nightfall   Like a ninja glide over waterfalls   Get to you to give you a lil' rock and roll      Tap, tap that bed to the wall   Tap, tap that bed to the wall