Lyrics:

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion Its number 32 now heres the situation If the beat moves your feet then dont change the station NowPack your bags cause youre leaving on a permanent vacation Well, Im a disaster A microphone master Put on the tape I'll rock your ghetto blaster Its not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts Im Hot Chocolate and you see me running late Cause Im always making time to make your girlie feel great And Im Bizzy D from way down town Im known to rock a mic like a king wears a crown When Im on top Im get up all that bootie Hustling deals like Mickey Macooty When I wake up I like a pound of bacon Start off the day with my arteries shaking (Chorus) x2 Rock! It's what we're all about It's what we live for C'mon shout it out Well I bring down the house in every city we play Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way We rock and talk with a bass that's funny We could even tear it up at a grade school party Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dance It's hard to look cool in crazy pants But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack It's my personal way to bring the 80's back Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries High cholesterol gettin' grease in my eyes I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl Lucky number seven every dice I roll Sum 41 to the power as the boob patrol Chorus