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 your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
It’s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bi***es in the biker shorts
I’m Dave Brown Sound and you 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 was a crown
When I’m on top I’m gonna borrow 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
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 prude patrol
Rock! It`s what we`re all about
It`s what we live for
C`mon shout it out
Well let`s avoid confusion by makin` one thing clear
The rock we`re bringin` is gonna instill fear
And the power we control should be revered
We sold our soul to Satan two times last year
Take a look to the point, to the point I`m makin`
We rock the ever with a show called bacon
And we get outta hand and bust up the room
JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom
`Cause I`m the D-I double Z-Y
You ain`t better than me, I ain`t your average guy
I like to watch girls shake with a kung fu grip
Well the goon platoon is on the flavor trip
We beat down London, slayed LA
Got an APB on all the jams we play
So when you`re on the stage cold grabbin` your c***
We release something the new kings of rock
