text: Ever get the feeling no ones got your back
  Caught up in themselves livin lies besides the fact
  Somehow youre going on an opposite track
  As we recover from another social heart attack
  You think you see between the lines
  But you cant see through dollar signs
  So sick and tasteless now, immature and faceless how
  Can I even sleep at night? you ask
  You say youre a pacifist, instead you wave your fist
  And all the while it becomes the end again, blegh!
  Make up your mind cause I cant decide
  You think uniqueulism makes you dignified
  You cant see with half opened eyes
  You think youre standing up, instead youre falling far behind
  You think you see between the lines
  But you cant see through dollar signs
  So sick and tasteless now, immature and faceless how
  Can I even sleep at night you ask
  You say youre a pacifist, but you wave your fist
  And all the while it becomes the end again
  And 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
  Its number 32, now heres the situation
  If the beat moves your feet, then dont change the station
  So pack your bags cause were leaving on a permanent vacation
  Well, Im a disaster, a microphone master
  Put on the tape, Ill rock your ghetto blaster
  Its not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
  About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
  Im Hot Chocolate, and youll see me running late
  Cause Im always making time to make your girlie feel great
  And Im Bizzy D from way downtown
  Im known to rock a mic like a king with a crown
  When Im on top, Im 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! Its what were all about!
  Its what we live for, cmon and shout it out!
  Rock! Its what were all about!
  Its what we live for, cmon and shout it out!
  Rock! Its what were all about!
  Its what we live for, cmon and shout it out!
  Rock! Its what were all about!
  Its what we live for, cmon and shout it out!
  You see me in 3D, Im comin live and direct
  With a dialect most men in science cant disect
  Thoughts interwoven, and let us interlock
  So now its 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 panics
  I maybe lost my mind, well I aint through the coop
  But Sum 41 just aint about a loop
  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, ding-dong, tick-tock, shit, its all about rap
  And maybe all about rock!