Fuck you, David Cho. I was actually introduced to this song by Aziz’s hilarious video. (Google it.) And it’s not like I need community support to like a ‘bad’ song, since everyone knows ‘bad’ is in practical terms a descriptive and not prescriptive term. The thing is, I’d never felt the full effect of 1.) the Ludacris verse, and 2.) the nearly subconscious jackhammer fucking of this song’s pop hooks.

This song—it’s, like, the real thing. This song’s going on my long (loooong) workout playlist. This song’s going on one-song repeat for the rest of the morning. This song’s gotta get outta my dreams and into my car! GAD!

Sometimes I think music and drugs go so well together because the people who make the one also make the other. This song is aural crack. Or aural meth. I’m afraid my ears are going to grow teeth, which will then grotesquely crack and fall out of their little ear-mouths. Then my ear-mouths are going to start toothlessly sucking dicks so they can keep listening to this goddamn Bieber song. It’s that good!

Nb, click-through the photo to download the song.