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
Pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation 
Well, I'm a disaster 
microphone master 
Put on the tape, I'll rock your ghetto blaster
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the [bad word] in the biker shorts 
I'm Hot Chocolate and you'll see [bad word] late
Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I'm Bizzy from way down town
I'm known to rock a mic like a king with a crown 
When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie 
Hustling deals like Micky Macoote
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking

ROCK! 
It's what were all about it's what we live for
C'mon and shout it out [x4]

You see me in 3D, [bad word]  live and direct 
With a dialect most men in science can't disect 
Thoughts interwoven, and let us interlock
So now it's my thing to blow off steam and get my cream 
Sum 41 get wild, I get frantic 
And every time we spit it the world panicks 
I maybe lost my mind well I ain't through the coop 
But Sum 41 just ain't about a loop 
Ring a ling a ling ding dong tick tock, [bad word]  it's all about rap 
And maybe all about rock!