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 bitches 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 Macoote

When I wake up I like a pound of bacon

Start off the day with my arteries shaking

[Chorus x4]

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 dis

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 poon patrol

[Chorus x4]

Well it´s a...I´m 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............bacon