Lyrics 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

Never the less, am I dressed for the occasion
It's number thirty-two now here's the situation
If the beat moves your feet, then don't change the station
Pack your bags cause we're leavin' on a permanent vacation
I am a disaster, a microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
...its not about the money...
Cause...its about sweatin all the b****** in the biker shorts
I'm hot chocolate and you see me runnin' late
Cause I'm always makin chocolate to make your girly feel great
And I'm Bizzy D from way down town
I'm known to rock a mic like a king was a crown
When I'm on top I'm gonna...that booty
Hustlin' deals like make your mind...
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shakin'

(Rock! It's what we're all about)
Ya see me in 3D, I'm comin outta direct
With a dialect most men in science can't disect
...to blow off steam and get my cream
Sum 41 get wow, I get frantic
and everyone time we spit it the world panics
I think I lost my mind...
Ring a ling ling, ding dong, tic toc
S*** it's all about rap, and we be all about rock!