Ever get the feeling no one's got your back Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact Somehow you're going on an opposite track As we recover from another social heart attack
You think you see between the lines But you can't see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now Immature and faceless how Can I even sleep at night you ask You say you're a pacifist Instead you wave your fist And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind cause I can't decide You think uniqueulism makes you dignified You can't see with half opened eyes You think you're standing up instead you're falling far behind
What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision If your life was a book your story would be fiction
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 A 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 bitches in the biker shorts I'm Hot Chocolate and you'll see me running late Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great And I'm Bizzy D 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, I'm comin' 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, shit, it's all about rap And maybe all about rock!