Never the less am I dressed for the occasion, it's number 32 now heres the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station
Pack you bags cuz were leavin on a permanent vacation
Well, Im a disaster, a micro phone master
Put on the tape and rock the ghetto blaster
Its not about spendin money at hotels and resorts
Its about sweatin on the bitches in the biker shorts
Im hot choclate and you see me runnin late
Cuz Im always makin time to make your girly feel great
And Im bizzy d from way down town
I know how to rock a mic like the king and his crown
When Im on top Im gonna ball back booty hustlin deals like mickey moncotie
When I wake up I like a pound of beacon, start off the day with my arteries shakin
Rock, it's what were all about, it's what we live for come on shout it out(x4)
See me in 3d Im comin line-in direct with a dialect most men in science can't disect
Thoughts interwoven and letters interlocked
Sellout fiend to blow off steam and get my cream
Sum 41 gettin wild, I get frantic
Every time we spin it the world panics
I may have lost my mind but I aint flew the coop
Sum 41 just aint about a loop
Ring aling ding dong tick tock shit, it's all about that, and maybe all about rock