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
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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
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