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SUM 41
Never the less 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 you bags cuz we`re leavin on a permanent vacation. Well, I`m a disaster, a micro phone master. Put on the tape and rock the ghetto blaster. It`s not about spendin money at hotels and resorts, it`s about sweatin on the bitches in the biker shorts. I`m Hot Choclate and you see me runnin late cuz I`m always makin time to make your girly feel great. And I`m Bizzy D from way down town I know how to rock a mic like the king and his crown. When I`m on top I`m 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 we`re all about, it`s what we live for come on shout it out {x4} See me in 3d I`m 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 ain`t flew the coop, Sum 41 just ain`t about a loop. Ring aling ding dong tick tock shit, it`s all about that, and maybe all about rock
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