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Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion It's number 32 now here's the situation If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station Hope you're ready 'cause were leavin' on a permanent vaction Well, I'm a disaster, A microphone master Put on the tape I'll rock you, ghetto blaster It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resort It's 'bout sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts I'm hot chocolate and you see me runnin' late'Cause I'm always makin' time to make your girlie feel great And I'm Bizzy D from way downtown I'm known to rock a mic like a king was a crown When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that booty Hustlin' deals like Mickey Macootee When I wake up I like a pound of bacon Start off the day with my arteries shakin'Rock! It's what we're all about It's what we live for, come on shout it out4x See me in 3-D I'm comin' outta direct With a dialect most men in science can't disect Dormant sense of worry, and then a sense of loss And I fiend to blow off steam and get my cream Sum 41 get wow, I get frantic And every time we spit it the world panics I must of lost my my mind While I'm aiming for the coup And Sum 41, just ain't about a loop Ring-a-ling-ling, Ding-Dong, Tic-Toc Shit it's all about rap, and we be all about rock
