I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I've been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down, broke and used, motherfucker
I drank with Hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run, sang with Shotgun Willy
Went from small time Philly to big time Bobby
From three day old chili to Saki with Wosabi
I'm home, hey, I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida, dada, like me, hey, like me
No more bein' poured drink specials at winners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd
No beginners here, I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man Amed
Heard again my friend I been the world and back
But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that
And I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, god damn like me, hey, hey, like me
Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give two shits
Never wanted sell cars, 'cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar till I heard a lick like this
And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots
You know it's time to rock when ole glory drops
I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt to any and all situations
That's why they call me the pimp of the nation
And hey bitch, you best believe
I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little, yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the U.S.A.
You've never met a motherfucker quite like me
Hey, hey, like me, da, di da da stay like me
Hey, hey, hey, like me
You ain't ever met and you ain't never going meet
You never met a, never met a, never, never, never
Never met a motherfucker quite like me
You ain't never met a mother like me
Hey, you ain't never, never, never, never
Never met someone like me
(Hey, hey)
Never met like me
(Hey hey)
(Dude, hey)
Never met a mother like me
(Come on, hey)
And you never and you never gonna
(Hey come on already)
You never, never gonna, you'll never meet
(Stop)
What?
Pass that dang coat boy I'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho don't call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I don't care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now if you don't know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya don't just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
HUH I grew a hurding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin'
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'
Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South
Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out
I'll put your head out this is my night
How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it
It's all real cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
Now how you gonna front on that
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
1 2 and it don't stop
3 4 and it don't quit
1 2 and it don't stop
From the depths of hell to God's right hand side
I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride
I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide
My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive
Am I the chosen one
Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from
Or where I'm goin' to stand back
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Rock the house Yo
And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly
I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe
Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
For you're church or you're family
Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me
I'm like a dandy lion Jack
You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talkin' shit
But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and you get your ass macked
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason I know your the one
My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, I can see paradise
I been down here once or twice but I never seen it look so nice
ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah
I like it with the grass cut low
Big mountain tops valley below
I love it when you scream out my name
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock Yeahhhhh
Cause I'ma bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, I'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand
From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
You know I've tried a thousand times and I've tried to explain
And I've cried a thousand times over things that I can't change
I've learned a lot you know, I grow each passing day
And I blame nobody but myself for mistakes that I have made
He's a bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me gimme, I'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand
From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Lord knows when your not here, I get so damn bored of me
And I've spent some lonely nights that did not have to be
And if you could only see, I swear I'd show you true
And although I carry a load out on the road,
I wanna come back home to you
From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
From Detroit to Carolina
I love the life but I never sold my soul
From London town down to China
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
I'm a pimp, you can check my stats
And rollin a Fleetwood that's how I mack
I rock all the tracks, so the world knows
I love all the girls smack, all the hoes
Show love to those who come real with it
Life's a bitch ,but I deal with it
I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
Can drink about fifteen Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a let you know
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
It's been a couple of months in this smokey room
Eatin shrooms, drinking Boone's
Writin tunes and hoping to get
One of these motherfucking songs to hit
A little bit of love that's all I need
A little inspiration and a bag of weed
A seed to plant so my tree can grow
You know I left my girl cause I don't need that
Hooold-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a let you know
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Free my mind
Ooohhh yeah
Come on
Uh...Uh...Owwww
I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy
Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly
A pawn in the game that's all I am
Givin all my duckets to Uncle Sam, fuck it
I'm free to do what I please little lady
I was born at night, but not last night baby
I've been around, seen some things
I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings
I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say
But I got more time then Morris Day
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a let you know
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
Smokin and drinkin
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
Tryin to free my mind
I been sittin here just wastin time
Drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
Wastin my time
Hey I'm smokin
hey I'm drinkin...tryin to free my mind
I been sittin here just wastin time
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your Uncle?)
Uncle Krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?) Tripple platnum (fuck)
You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up.
Can you back that up?
Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth
I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about
Kracker went pop?
Naw, I did the pop bash
Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom D, people thought i went soft, shit
I'm still very difficult to fuck with
Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan
The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp
of the God damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop
Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? Kid Rock God damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
Aint slept in weeks
Got too many freaks
Seen too many geeks
Try to rock the rap, so I'm back with heat
To unseat the wack
I'ma unpack, and set up shop
I'ma step back and watch you rock
I'ma rock track, so stop the pop
Then I'ma master blastin through the aftershock
I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches
Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven
From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh Come onnnnn
Kid Rock motherfucker with the TBT
Rollin' through your city like the General Lee
You wanna fuck with me? Don't test the odds
Cause your arms are too short to box with God
But if ya, send me your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known Kid Rock is back
Yeahhh rollin' with the TBT
Were gonna rock the house for my man Joe C.
Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on
Dum diti dum dang dang di dum
2 bums in an alley with a bottle of rum
1 bum said look Jack I'm the shit
put his knees to his ears and sucked his own dick
My mothers crazy I think she sniffs glue
she never liked me and I know that's true
Kicked me out the crib becuz I got a tattoo
No one loves me and no one cares
and all I ever get is funny stares
I can't help it if I'm nothin but a wino
so I hang at the zoo chillin with the rhinos
Stealin' bottles of booze outta A & P
I know a girl at Denny's and I always eat free
Got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
for Christmas I bought the old man the Clapper
I'm so dapper u can call me Dan
but they call me round eye when I'm chilin in Japan
Got a bad ass bitch adn she ain't no dike
but fuck that ho and let me tell ya what I like
I like bean burritos from Taco Bell
I like trippin on acid with Dick Vitale
My hair ain't plastic and my clothes aren't clashin'
I write my rhymes on a schooner in a 90's fashion
Took too many many trip and now I can's stop trippin
my mellow D. killed a rat in the kitchen
U think u toke tuff I'd disagree
nobody blows more doobs than Richard D.
I get ill on hoes who I know ain't fertile
I'm a real jet setter like Cecil turtle
I'm down with Bill Bands so Fuck Joe Glover
and while I'm at it muther fuck fat ass Sally Struthers
U look fine girl kinda undercover
but I can't fuck ya cuz you look like my mother
I said dang digee dang di dang dang
it ain't Eric Estrada or Kool and The Gang
U know I hand in the Clem chillin on the strip
with all them mother fuckers who slang that shit
U know I'm a pimp hold my dick like a holster
u sing it "all the girls want a kid rock poster"
Lifes a big joke and that's how it strikes me
but fuck it cuz I know "Somebody up there likes me."
White boy get ready to do his thing's here
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Here's a new jam for you to cling to
A funky rythm that you can swing to
Kid Rock that's me
And the party jumpin is what I'm for seeing
So just chill or I'll boot you
Get on me and I'll shoot you
I'm fresh to that there's no guessin
Rock the mic without any fessin
With your blessin
I will get stupid, you didn't know it
I thought you knew it
I'm the kid that comes exactin
With my ace the black man
To B Boys from the Midwest
Rock the shows cause were professionals
On the set night and day while the girls say
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
The bass drops and works its hardest
For Kid Rock the new young rap artist
Clockin paper cause I got soul
Comin at you from the Motor capital
Shakin booties
Not all the cuties
I'm too cool to be a little fruity
Drinkin forties every weekend
I'm the master who's always speakin
To some freak and if I freak her
It's at Red Roof Inn where we sleep cheaper
But off that topic got to get it
Super dope, extremely poetic
The K-I-D-R-O-C-Kin
I love girls that's how its layin
With these jammies
Fuck the grammies
All I care about is shaking fannies
And I have been doin it for a long time
But now I'm nineteen
And in my prime
Waxin booties everyday while the girls say
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
On the mic is solo
Cause I'm the Kid with all the dope lingos
Only rappin cause I don't sing dope
Create a jam that's fresh in your bingo
Lace up the Reebox
Comb the high top
Black dose with a little hip hop
And I style it with some uniqueness
You say I'm not fresh
But I could careless
One of a kind
When I rock the mic
And I'm the one that your girl is likin
Picture the girless women not lookin
Create a beat that is fully hookin
Cause when I get dumb
People have fun
Sisco save me the magnum
In a hell of a show I always display
While the girls say
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Ooooo...ohhhhhh
Upside Kid Rock, Kid Rock
He's on the upside
Get down Kid Rock
He's on the upside
Get down Kid Rock
On the Upside
Upsideeeeeeeee
Upside get down Kid Rock
Your on the Upside
Get down Kid Rock
Your on the Upside
Get down Kid Rock
Your on the Upside
Upside
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Hard to remember if anything was real
Cold like December and I don't like how that feels
I been livin' a long time
I been givin' a long time too
And I can't believe I wasted so much time on you
But time has brought me back around
Back around to me
And I feel so free
Yeah
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Bad like Brutus
Hit like Joe Louis
I gots lots of cash
But I'm not Jewish
I'm not no nudist
I'm fully clothed
And I fuck hot pussy until it's cold
Got rhymes of gold Got a voice of platinum
I'm not Dwayne Wayne
But that's what's happening
I'm back in black and if ya have to ask
You can kiss my Anglo-Saxon ass
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Hot like a toti
Smooth like Mondovi
Around the way they call me Bathroom Bobby
Sugar is my hobby and my greatest joy
And that's why they call me "cowboy"
No Jive I come alive like Frampton
I'm bigger than Seinfeld's house in the Hamptons
Cramp my style, go ahead and give it your best
But I ain't met a mutha fucka who can do that yet
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Whoo woo
Whoo woo
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Whoo woo
Whoo woo
They call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hotties
Jock the John Gottis, sock the paparazzi
Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee
I like stars and bars but I ain't no Nazi
So fuck you, fuck u in the nose
Fuck you and your flows, fuck you and your hoes
Fuck u and your mother if u can't understand it
I'm the illest mutha fucker on the God damn planet
Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel
Walkin fast cause I'm a smooth talker
Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel
Just heal
And always look for the seal thats real
Top Dog, lookin up to say what is this
Kid Rock serious and I mean business
Ascending up and up I keep boosting
Makin hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be friends of
Every single, individual
Everybody all over the world, it's time for understandin
Come together
Jumbo, yo thats how I'm movin
I'm the new kid in, here's what I'm givin
A jammed, slammin, command that take authority
Cause too many MC's appear apsrt of me
Name and they claim me, yo, that they're winnin
A lotta just came in, sound the same in
Thinkin they swift and can get with these young men
But I keep the crowd swingin like Tarzan
Cause I'm a wise man here to teach and speak
And if you step out of line your up shits creek
So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it
His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it
I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride
No half steppin, I always take a full stride
Who came played and they say I'm concrete made
I used to come correct in the projects
New Port, Oxford, deep in the basement
House and parties like real estate agent
So on, so strong, and everyone got along
Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears
Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot
And dropped and forgot, now thats hot
Too many can't score as victims of a drug war
Cocaines ran and weapons are shipped out
The press finds out, then the public is tripped out
New tax the acts and half the drug industry
Uncle Sam is my man, are you kiddin me
Me in the Whitehouse, now thats fucked up
For one to get over, one must get stuck up
One will roll up, another will smoke up
Two more thrown in jail, who picks the toll up
Tell her to beware if she's gonna stand there
Eyes bugged out and hands in the air
Cause there comes an onlooker, lookin for a hooker
And act like the doors overlooked her and took her
For a place to hide and when he got his ride
He let the nice slide and the girl, she died
Her family cried over this homicide
And why they pondered, why she wandered
Left her own spot, her home, her mom and pop
All to smoke a little cooked up rock
So on and so strong, she couldn't get along
Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
From the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein
Maybe I'm ahead of my time
Imaginate, create, spectate, elevate from the states
Surrounded by the Great Lakes
I was once out cold at 15 years old
Rolled and sold, you, me, and Bo
Sittin in Jackson infested with rats
With a silver gat tucked deep in my slacks
I was a young bad mother in my own eyes
But now I realize it wasn't too wise
So now I teach, I'll reach to each
And every single individual
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Come together
Come together
I like to play hank williams jr
Records
Just as loud as they will rock
Im into lynerd skynerd run dmc
And dj scott la'rock
I like willie, waylon, george and merle and alot of zz top
I like country, soul, rock-n-roll
And i love me some hip hop
Im a redneck rock-n-roll son of detroit
I dont like no new wave
Techno bands around
Im a drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
Im a long haired rock-n-roll
Son of detroit
I got bougart and west coast chopper
That sure makes them bitches stare
Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat i wear
I like 2 cuss, yell, scream. fight
And raise all kinds of hell
And if you ride to live like i live to ride
Then let me hear that rebel yell
I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris
Make me ill
And if someone touches my beaver skins
I get mad enought to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck
Im a four wheelin maniac
And if you wanna race
Just name the place
Ahhhhhhh, shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin house
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts
Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug
Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty
Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days don't move me
So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves
I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves
Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their ladys
Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my babies
Grab me it never hurt no one
A broken home always hurts someone
Grab me it never hurt no one
I saw kid's get shot, don't sell guns
And still i rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does
Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella steady buzz
From a 5th of ole Jimmy Beam
We fryin emcee's up just like some motherfuckin Jimmy Dean
Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it's no thing
Drinkin more Colt's then the 45 king
Swingin emcee's like a cow hands rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, i'm straight slittin throats
Cause that's the way I like to do shit holmes
Every time I get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way i like to do shit holmes
I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam
Feel like i got bank, but it's not enough friend
Cause i want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause i'm a cheep fuck
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
This here aint no love song
And it aint for you
Its for the folks that relate to
What ive been going through
Its for the 40 hour overtime
Workin man
And too the good women out there
I know youll understand
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And lose your mind
And get some energy docter to tell
You everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fuckin house
Get out
They say all wee need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman
Is too high maintenance yea
Im hatin to admit it
Even if its your wife
Tell her pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
Its a classic line baby
I just wanna be friends
But baby my friends dont haver the keys to my mercedes benz, no
I think i know what you mean
You wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems
But we dont fuck
Aint that right
I had plenty of friends before i met you
I dont need no more
So now i thinks its time you started headin out for that doorand even tho i feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
They say all we need is juat a little patience
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance
I know
Im hatin to admit it even if its your wife
Tell her to pack your bags
And take the first train out of my life
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And lose your mind
Youve got 15 minutes and
I think your wasting time yea
Its easy to see when youve lost your mind
But here ill be when you decide to come back blind
You were a midwest girl who says
She liked to drink beer and hang
And now your walkin red carpets talkin new york hip hop slang
And even though i might break down
And cry tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life oh yea yea
15 years on this lonley road
I paid my own way
I carried my own load
I never asked too much from no one
I was much too proud
All i ever wanted
Was to play music for
A sold out crowd
Bitches, money fame
They say i had it all
6 foot 1
I walked around like i was
10 feet tall
Did you see me shine
Where the hell where you now
Detroit city back in 99
Stoned out of my mind
On that rock-n-roll pain train
I had to slow things down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on
The ground
Lifes been good to me so far
Hope its been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
Now ive been rollin on love n lust
I ride around on this million dollar bus
But this is just a bus man
I cant sleep at night
Man i miss my babies
And id really like to fuck my wife
But she aint there tonight
On the rock-n-roll pain train
After the lights go down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground
Lifes been good to me so far
Hope its been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
Ive seen this train wreck
Time and time again
I felt its pain
Ive seen it take my friends
Youve got to stop and take a look man
Or life will pass you by
Get your guitar and a good song
Thats all you really need to ride
On that rock-n-roll pain train
I cant slow it down
The music and the whiskey
Dont it make you wanna get loud
Lifes been good to me so far
I hope its been kind to you
Stand trong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
Break out the whiskey
And a bottle of wine
Take your shirt off bitch
And chop me out a line
Dim the lights down low
Turn up the stereo
Dant say a word
I already know
Youve never done this before
But you felt like tryin
Ive done this plenty of times
And i know your lyin
You know i know
You want a shot
So i will take aim
Dont even ask me
If i know your name
Dont look so shocked
Do not be confused
I just wanna shoot your soul
Full of rhythm and blues
Them boys been sellin you lines
But you aint been buyin
But what im given is free
So its well worth tryin
Because i know you like to rock-n-roll
You like to rock-n-roll
Ill rock you baby all night long
Then i gots to roll
Theres no one here left
We can blame
Its a lonley walk of shame
I know
We gonna rock-n-roll
Can you feel that
Can you feel that
Used to like to disco
Now you wanna rock-n-roll
Bus is leavin baby
Were pullin out
Them austin dallas houston girls
Are callin us out
Girl dry them eyes
Im not good at goodbyes
Tell all your friends
Im that type of guy
That'll bring out the women
That youve been hidin
Its human nature to be
What weve all been denyin
Baby dont seel tickets
To a player that already playin
Just be who you are
But understand what im sayin
Everybody likes to rock-n-roll
They like to rock-n-roll
Rock-n-roll
They like to rock-n-roll
Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl everynight at the hotel
I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you, while I'm lyin' next to her
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right
I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same, "How have you been?"
Since you been gone my world's been dark and gray
You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say, ?I want you to come back home?
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say, ?I want you to come back home?
I just called to say, ?I love you, come back home?
Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin': > Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn
And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,
but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D, R-O-C-K'in
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What its like to be so real
You got the beats, and the rhymes,
but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' "Trick-or-treat"
"Oh arent you a little old to be trickin"
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at
West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
I got a new jingle I'm about to go off
Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum
Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby
Come on
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
Headin' south from Detroit
I got Cajun cookin' on my mind
When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
I'll be high 10 Rollin' till the early morning break daylight
A jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna start my day
But when the sun goes down we gonna "bon temps roulez"
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans where the stars on the sidewalk shine
Burnin' through Mississippi with the Big Easy on my mind
When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
And I'm gonna party like the devil if the Neville brothers play tonight
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna make my day
Down on the Bayou singing Hey Pocky Way
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
Down in New Orleans good peoples they's hard to find
I bet he's making gumbo and drinkin' homemade wine
A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans
I'll be the highest hillbilly that Bourbon Street has ever seen
Oh yeah, yeah
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
If the good Lord's willing and the rivers don't start to rise
And when I get to New Orleans someone's gonna treat me right
Said in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
All the cats in the cradle gonna rock this kid tonight
Oh hey
A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans
And if you're payin' for fun a french quarters really all you need
I'm going Down to New Orleans
Down to New Orleans
Going down, down
(Warrior)
YEAH!!!
So Dont Tell Me Who's Wrong And Right,
When Liberty Starts Slippin' Away
And If You Ain't Gonna Fight,
Get Out Of The Way.
'Cause freedom Ain't so free,
When You Breathe Red,White,And Blue
Im Givin' All oF Myself,
'Cause That's What I Do
AND THEY CALL ME WARRIOR!!
THEY CALL ME LOYALTY!!
And They Call Me Ready To Provide
Relief And Help,I'm
Wherever You Need Me To Be
I'm An American WARRIOR!!
Citizen Soldier
I'm An American WARRIOR!!
Citizen Soldier
Ahhhh Yeahhh!!(Citizen Soldier)
I'll Never Leave Another Behind,
I Will Never Accept Defeat
I'm A Soldier In War
Civilian In Peace
'Cause Freedom Ain't So Free,
When You Breathe Red,White,And Blue
I'm Givin All Of Myself
How 'Bout You?
AND THEY CALL ME WARRIOR!!
THEY CALL ME LOYALTY!!
And They Call Me Ready To Deploy,Engage And Destroy
Whenever You Need Me To Be
I'm An American WARRIOR!!
Citizen Soldier!!
I'm An American WARRIOR!!
Citizen Soldier!!
(Warrior)
Citizen Soldier
(Warrior)
Citizen Soldier
I need somebody won't u help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me
I need somebody u must tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
I couldn't stand to be around him
Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture
My heart turns to stone and I think of this
You never loved me you never held me tight
instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night
u tried to make me think that your ways were best
when all I was was an outlet for all your stress
Life it's the ultimate sin
A game with no rules that you're expected to win
My personal hell's hidden with a grin
"Dad take the stand and let the trial begin"
U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
U should've went to school like your bigger brother
but you played the fool with a different color
Runnin' ship with a whip
I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped
Money made u so wise
how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes
Do as i say and not as I do
but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u
And oh the pain how it hurts
it was always your home and your business that came first
U said a man is as good as his word
but your mind was closed and mine never herd
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree
look at u then look at me...
U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me
And all u ever gave a damn about was money see
So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me
And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free
Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy
and I know at times I was not always there for you
We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time
but understand growin up son I never had a dime
So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college
and everything I have to this day u know I built it all
Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost between us
I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you
Son I said I'm sorry...
Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so
Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so
I always loved u I always cared for u
just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru
I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know
and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know
I was hiding from the sun once again
I was running from the time my friend
I've lost another war
So, I poured one more and went home drunk again
She was up when the key hit the lock
And the clock looked at me just like the devil in disguise
I saw it in her eyes - she'd be gone before the evenin'
So, I poured another strong one and chopped a line from here to Texas
Cause I've lost another good one - she's on the midnight train to Memphis
With a brand new start, I swore I'd love from the heart
I meant to change my ways
But I've seen better days than the one's that's here this mornin'
With a wife and kids at home with a job some where on some assembly line
I wish I had that life - I bet you wish you had mine
So, let's pour another tall one and chop a line from here to Texas
Cause I've lost another good one - she's on the midnight train to Memphis
Dude, what station is this? K snooze?
Kid Rock I thought he was the American bad ass
He's putting me to sleep. Nudge me if he gets over five decibals.
I knew his first album was a good one
But that's the way I am
And this is how I jam
All across the land from Alabam to bandstand
Doped up rebel with an attitude
Shit
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
I won't switch won't quit my vices
Flip the script cause I'm gonna slice the righteous
Haven't you heard I don't refrain
Free as a bird and so I won't change
Livin it up Givin it up fuckin shit up
What
I'm gonna run my track from the D to Nantucket
So fuck it - If you don't dig that, you can suck it.
And it don't
And it don't
With an old suitcase, I swear I'll leave this place
I'll get you back in time
Can't drink you off my mind. So, I'll see you when I'm sober.
I been looking for some reasons, but I ain't found one down in Texas
I been changing with the seasons
Let me hear you say "Kid Rocks up on the stage"
Hey slick, check it
I'm the Rock you know, i'm gonna smoke it up
So i can rock it through old school disco cuts
I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's shit
I'm the ultimate
Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherfuckin day
While i'm strong, let me steal your rhyme
Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong
Uh, and i aint bullshittin
Suckin motherfuckers with the game i'm spittin
And aint a damn thing changed
Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name?
(Kid Rock, Rock)
I'm the boy fucked up with the hip and hop
And on the seven sea's they call me Daddy Rock
I had to coochie watch, back in the day
But i pawned that shit for a rock, last May
And now i'm back on track
I don't smoke the crack, don't shoot the smack
I told y'all once, i don't bang
But i lick more coochie than Katie Lang
Uh, and you don't stop
Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop
That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Check it out yo
What i wanna do is break it down
And show y'all a little somthin about where i come from
Show you some skills of how i used to rock basement party's
On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo
Check it
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Some of that yo
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin party yo
Break it down on the lst like this
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Breakin' the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that your wrong
Feelin' like you cant go on
I've been a victim so many times
But I'm man enough to know when I'm wrong
With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight
Pass the packed bowl and I'ma rock all night
Up tight right wingers tryin' say i'm what
I'm a flight bound singer not giving a fuck
Hard luck I'm the devil with the grace of god
On the level of Oz and it makes you nod
With the body of a sinner, mind of a saint
I'm everything you love, everything you hate
Hit a lot of curves, hard roads and hills
Got nerves of steel and watch time stand still
It took too long but I stood my height
You could say i'm wrong but you aint righhhhht
You aint righhhhht
You you you you aint righhhhht
You aint righhhhht
Right
You aint you aint you aint
Right
You aint you aint you aint
Right
You aint you aint you aint
Right
You can save the environment with all your wind
But can you save your children from a world of bullshit
You look at me with a loss for love
But if you took me out would your kids still do drugs
You wanna point your finger at the unclear
You wanna point your finger at the unclear
You wanna point your finger at the unclear
You outta point your finger in the mirror
You wanna trip, quit cause I'ma keep rippin'
And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin'
I'm singin' songs in the key of life
and you can say I'm wrong but you aint righhhhht
You aint righhhhht
You you you you aint righhhhht
You aint righhhhht
We just came to (get on down now) Rocccccckkkk
Rock On Rock on Rock on
Cowboy baby, cowboy baby
You aint righhhhhhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You you you you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum
Wig's dig this, the fuckin' police know I see 'em
So I'm headin' up to Reno like a geo and I'll great 'em
Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies
You got a lot but yo you can't get these
Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies
I had enough and you can swing on these
Cause I'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And I'm rollin' El Camino
I'ma D-D-D dog
Drop top continental with a suicide see me ride
You by my side big girl, yo we will never die
I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby
Bring it home to pappa and Rock gonna make it jingle baby
It's a God damn shame people they look at me
But I know in the end you givea fuck about me
And that's the reason I spit fire
That's the reason I'ma set your ass on fire, fire
I shoulda never left the bottle
And if they want the truth then tell them bitches i shot 'em
I'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And I'm rollin' El Camino
I'ma D-D-D dog
Yeahhhhhhhhh
Yeah..can ya, can ya, can ya feel it now?
Freedom or death, nothin' left to do but fill it up
Tripple X eyes of lust and you need to give it up
Live it up sucker cause they're sayin' my days are numbered
Who wants to live long anyway
I'm goin' out with a blast
Gettin' some ass, smokin' grass, leavin' all my cash for my little boy
You wouldn't understand, you dont know where I come from
hey yeah yeah
Cause I'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And I'm rollin' El Camino
I'ma D-D-D dog
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby
Well fire it up
Chop one out
Somebodys got to know
That im two days in
I got two days left to go
Cause i'am georgia
I am memphis tennesee
I am everything
Hollywood wants to be
I'am love and i'am hate
Im your late night drunk debate
But youll never put
Your finger on me
Have you ever seen the sun
Over the rocky mountains shinin
Or touched the sands
Of a southern florida beach
Have you seen a grown man cry
Or a child thats slowly dying
Have you looked inside
To see al that you can see
And i'am north and south dekota
And new york city
I'am everything hollywood wants
To be
I am love an i am hate
And all the crtics can debate
But they will never put a finger
On me
No youll never put a finger on
Have you seen the nothern falls
Or the midwest seasons changing
A montana storm
Or a warm kentucky rain
Have you heard the love that sings
Over the inner city sidewalks
Have you risen above
All that leads to hate
And i am boston and d.c.
And all of detroit city
I am everything
That hollywood wants to be
I am southern rock-n-roll
Country and hip hop soul
And youll never put a finger on me
Im a father and and im a friend
Im your brother till the end
But youll never put your finger on me
I am only God knows why
Ill be a cowboy till i die
But youll never put you
Finger on me
Youll never put your finger on me
Youll never put
Youll never put
Im drunk again
Excuse the hiccup
The redneck originator
Rollin in my pick up
Truck jacked up with the 4 gold shocks
And where i come from
Mud flaps come in stock
People kid rock it
Up and down the block
And the hens all flock to the coup
With the cock
You wanna rock with me baby
Row it down to the swamp
Dock your boat
We'll do the hillbilly stomp
We'll do the hillbilly stomp
I like stuckies, truckers and big mesh hats
I like large round women in loundromats
I like to wander jack
Like a backwoods thug
And watch the moonshine through
The bottom of a jug
Huggin and kissin, with my vision all blurry
Siftin through this world of worry
Hurry up with love
Please God bless
I dont do drugs anymore
Or any less
I didn't start this mess on this planet
Stop lookin at me like a bandit
I've been chillin
Down at the swamp
With the folks that want
To do the hillbilly stomp
Do it
We'll do the hillbilly stomp
Now people wanna know how to do this dance
Lift your legs in the air like you wet your pants
Plant your hands on the top of your butt
And stomp around the woods
Like you're all fucked up
Circle up the trucks
Fire up the brush
Un-tuck your shirt
Were gonna kick some dust
Don't two plus two it
Or three plus three it
Four by four to a place that's scenic
Heat it up like some hot ham hocks cookin
And hop to the spot where
Where the cops aint lookin
Bring your whole flock
Down to the stomp
And we can rock all night doin
The hillbilly stomp
Do it
The hillbilly stomp
Its been a hard night for sarah
The divorce went through today
Ten years out the window
Shes been faithful all the way
Shes feeling really bitter
Shes feeling lost and small
She wonders where it all went wrong
Its been a hard night for sarah
Shes taken quite a fall
Well he was all she ever hoped for
And she gave him all she had
Never gave a cause to worry
Never hurt her or made her sad
And no one thought to tell her
They all figured that she knew
Just another harmless fling
A phase all men go through
Its been a hard night for sarah
Shes going to have to see it through
Gonna have to see it through
The sun is slowly rising
On another brand new day
The children will be waking soon
And shell send them on their way
Its been a hard night for sarah
Its been a hard night for sarah
Its been a hard night for sarah
But today is another day
I'm back (back) the fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back
so pack your bong And hit the road jack
cause daddy's home
With the funky hot riffs
Thick like Al Roker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make (uh)
[chorus]
I make punk rock
and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever
The junkies are, still cigar puffin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double fat pack
Forget all that I'm still singin
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
thought I'd get rich and quit oh he must be
Fat and ugly broke black and blue
But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)
[chorus]
The black cat is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm, still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these
Thumpin like a drum kit
With riffs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how I live
You can't say that Kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world
[chorus]
Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Rock (yeahhhhhhhh!)
Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern Rock
Forever
Kid Rock
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
You know I spent a little time out in Malibu
I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too
Cuz I like the beach and loves to honky tonk
But the place that I call home
Is where I never have to feel alone
It's the place where I was raised and I was born
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin',
refillin' and flyin' high
Flyin' high
In an old lawn chair
Flyin' high
With an ice cold beer
Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be
Yeah the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin',
refillin' and flyin' high
You know I've traveled on yachts thru the south of
France
Think I even got a pair of Versace pants
But all that makes me feel is like a fool
Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam
A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans
Has made us realize, you can't buy cool
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin',
refillin' and flyin' high
Flyin' high
In an old lawn chair
Flyin' high
And my family near
Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be
Yeah they mock me because I stand out
But I ain't never had to take a handout
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin',
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You fuckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe's
I see the future and it's lookin grim
A lake of fire lookin like a long trip
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back
Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins, deadhead's with dreads
And now the Feds growin shark fins
My girl's knocked, up we're in love
But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up
I couldn't cut the mustard with a ginsue
And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through
I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces
I can't win even with these four aces
My place is here in the mix with the tricks
And the sicko's I spend G's but only make nickles
My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
My fuse is short and it's lit
Like me I should have fought sketchy, it's gettin hard to see
My heart bleeds, believe it every dying breath
These people they take and they take until there's nothing left
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
Come on
Uh...Yeah
Come on...Uh
You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it
Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
And I know, cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
Payback on your ass cause you're over due and I know I owe it
And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up
With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked
I hope you see my middle finger from the stage
Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
Baby when i think about you
I think about love
Darlin dont live without you
And you love
If i had these golden dreams
Of my yesterdays
I would wrap you in heaven
Till im dying on the way
Feel like makin love
Feel like makin love to you
Baby if i think about you
I think about love
Darlin if i live without you
I live without love
If i had the sun and the moon
I would give you both night and day
Of satisfyin
Feel like makin
Feel like makin love
Feel like making love to you
And if i had those golden dreams
Of my yesterdays
I would wrap you in heaven
Till im dyin on the way
Feel like makin love
Feel like makin love
From hard luck tricks
To trust fund freaks
Bathroom stalls to penthouse suites
I been around
I been around
From the bottom of the barrel
To the cream of the crop
They've picked me up
And I've watched 'em drop
I been around
I been around
I sang 'em all a song or two
About simple things
Still I feel I'm bein' used
Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm an outlaw
Bad Leroy Brown
The only Cool Hand Luke left in this town
I get my lovin' on the run
I'm a low down
Mister fly by night
Baby slow down
Let me show you right
I sure don't wanna hurt no one
So, don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you love, love me do
Don't tell me you love me
Cuz love's one thing that I cannot do
And it's the only thing that I can't give to you
From Hollywood hoes to backstage jive
Jacked up trucks and Gulf Stream 5's
I been around
I been around
From silly little girls who play them games
To the rich and famous
I won't say no names
I been around
I been around
You gotta touch the stove to learn they say
Get burnt and learn that way
You better keep your feelings at bay
Or honey you gonna pay
I'm an outlaw
Bad Leroy Brown
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town
I get my lovin' on the run
I'm a low down
Mister fly by night
Baby slow down
I'ma fuck you right
I sure don't wanna hurt no one
So, don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you love, love me do
Don't tell me you love me
Cuz love's one thing that I cannot do
And it's the only thing that I can't give to you
Been stiin alone
Thinking about the past
Another lonley night
Another empty glass
This path im walking
Always seems to lead no where
I wonder how much you think of me
How we used to laugh
How we used to be
It seems like freedom
Has never had a man so scared
Times might change
Love it comes and goes
How i wish i could have shown you
How deep for you my love goes
And i know this might seem crazy
I would end my life for you
You know i dont want to
But id do it for you
Hey id do it for you
I wonder how much you think of me
It hurts to think the past
Is all that you can see
Now it seems like freedom
Is better then the love we shared
Listen to me
I wonder how long it takes to see
Theres nothing more i want
Then you here with me
Freedoms been knockin
But i refuse to let her in
Times may change
Love it comes and goes
How i wish i would have shown you
How deep for you my love goes
And i know this might sound crazy
I would end my life for you
You know i want to
Come back home and care for you
Baby id do anything for you
It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell your body
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah
I'm bout to say the law, cause i'm the K-I-D
I'll be whippin and flippin rhyms from the fuckin D
And for the peoples, and for the peoples
Aint nobody in the D bein equals to us
So i bust, cause it's a must that i go for my
With another funky Detroit rhyme, yeah
I got it all like Jack, and my shit is Phat, you know that
And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Somebody in the houes?
Somebody, can i get a little soul clap
Can i get a soul clap y'all, a soul, a soul clap y'all
There's a party in the D, where ya at yo
It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell your body
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah
I be bustin and fluckin, for the mother fucks
Cause i'm the biggin with the rock
Who got the gettin ducks
Talkin 'bout John Lee, I'm talkin 'bout the P funk
Come on lets get drunk
Get a glass of wine, you'll be feelin fine
Rock is on the mic., i'm 'bout to go for mine
Got my shoelaces laced up, my hat turned back
My shit is Phat, you know that
It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell you 'bout it
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah
It's a Detroit thing
Aint talkin 'bout Philly, no
Aint talkin 'bout DC., no
Aint talkin 'bout New Orleans, where they say the funk got started
I'm talkin 'bout the D, i'm talkin 'bout the D y'all
I'm talkin 'bout the D
It's a Detroit thing
Yes, yes y'all, A free freak y'all
To the beach y'all, so unique y'all
I rock, rock y'all, i'm Kid Rock y'all
There's a party in the D, where ya at yo
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, same same
It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell your body
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah
And ya don't stop, and ya don't quit
And ya don't stop, stop, stop
Let ya body rock, and ya rock a shot
Like in the sure shot
Cause you know i got the fuckin rhyms that'll make you say hooahh
Bring it down
Y'all know what the fuck i'm talkin 'bout
don't even stand there in the front
Put your hands in the air y'all
Lets rock one more time, here we go
It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing
Everything I do gonna be funny
New Player on the field so yield and get back
To the wall
Cause I'm playin ya all
Like a game
K-I-D is the name
Some complain
And they got a little fame
And it's a shame
For what its worth
I'm down with earth
Pourin it on like Ms. Butterworth
Rich and thick
Kinda quick not slow
The rhymes I fit into flow
All in a row, from the intro
To the end so, ho
Put down the microphone and go
Step a side as I make room to bloom
Any opposing goo gets placed in a tomb
As soon as I grip the mic to get loose
Don't dispute cuz ya got no juice
Meanwhile I kick a rhyme from the pile
Huh, As I Cramp your style (style...style)
Cramp your style (Cramp your style...cramp your style)
Get down on your knees and pray when I break you
Down with a sound
Comin down with a pound
Or a bang
If you can't hang with the slang
That I exploit
Comin straight from Detroit
Rough without a doubt or a question
Kid Rock here in the flesh
And addressin and defining certain issues
To diss you (he diss me..aheo)
So wipe the tears from your eyes
You cant hide so don't be surprised
When I dismiss you from your throne
And send you home
As a Kid Rock clone
Cause I can hold my own
Like ya hold a milkbone
Simple as this with a grip that won't quit
So when I hit the skit
That's it
So don't come in face with the base
And remember your just an imitation
Don't get buckwhile
In fact don't smile
Cause I'll pull your file
As I Cramp your style (style...style)
Cramp your style (cramp your style...cramp your style)
I'll claim the boundries of my domain
Detroit...Detroit
Fresh, I'm from the Midwest
From MoTown...From MoTown
I'm like steel or concrete yo cause I'm the hardest
Down with a label known to be the largest
Not bein modest don't even think of tryin to hang
Cause yo Kid Rock rolls like a Stop O
I roll thick
I roll heavy
D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady
So get ready to feel the pain
I'm Kid Rock drivin girls insane
So listen rappers and get to the program
Breakin ya down is the Kid rock slogan
And any rapper who thinks about dissin
You know what I'll say?
I got a great big dick
So anyone who can't adjust
Gets rust
And then bites the dust
Be ready to walk a mile
Cause I'll smack that Kool-Aid smile
As I Cramp your style (style...style)
Cowboy
Cowboy
Well, I'm packin' up my game an' I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts an' fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint
Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp
An' I'm a Kid Rock it up an' down your block
With a bottle of scotch an' watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' 'Chillin' the most'
Then rock that bitch up an' down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix an' tossed out of bars
Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
Find Motown an' tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
An' set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
Kid Rock an' I'm the 'Real McCoy'
An' I'm headin' out west, sucker because I wanna be a
Cowboy, baby
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a cowboy, baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy, baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost but now I'm just blind
Palm trees an' weeds, scabbed knees an' rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
An' if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
An' let Californ I A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a cowboy, baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy, baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me 'Tex'
Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
An' said, ?Yeah, this dick fits right in your ass?
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me 'Hoss', I'm the Boss with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the Sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red an' paint his wife white
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me?
Lock me up an' snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, ?Radio edit?
I'm flickin' my Bic up an' down that coast
An' keep on truckin' until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood an' Vine
Cowboy
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
The preacher man say's it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's going dry
The interest is up, and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town
I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
I got a shotgun,a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
See, i can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn
We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too
Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run
Hey there boy, i got a shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn
I had a good friend in N.Y. city
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45
A country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run
Hey there boy, i got a shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
Were from North California, and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well i can skin a buck, and run a trout line
A Country boy can survive
Well a Country boy can survive
You're no angel, I'm no saint, if we were
We wouldn't be in this place tonight
Lost and lonely, scared and confused
We both have a past, nothing to lose, tonight
Well it cuts like a knife these bad luck blues
We both got scars from the hell we been thru
Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose
So let's roll the dice, one more time
Take a chance on love again tonight
Risk it all, lay it on the line
Let the skeletons fight for life
Tonight, hold on tight, as we collide
Reconnected, feelin' no pain
Seeking shelter like a spark in the rain, tonight (ooh yeah)
Worn and weathered, scared to go home
We're here together, but still all alone, tonight (uh uh yeah)
And there's no need to lie, we've both been abused
The love and the pain, the cocaine and booze, now
Most people don't, but some people do
So let's roll the dice, one more time
Take a chance on love again tonight
Risk it all, lay it on the line
Let the skeletons fight for life
A bottle of jack's got my manager grinnin'
yeah that's me that keeps the turntables spinniN'
I'm countin cards and I keep on winnin'
I know God hates me cuz I'm always sinnin'
U don't know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
you'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
makin a lotta money but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
and I don't give a fuck u can't buy my tape in K-Mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague
but still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude
and send ya runnin' playin' pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
Cuz I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
and I'm a tear shit up like they did in South Central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a bitch
nobody ever loved u so you're the son of a dick
I'm a product of a young girl top in her class
you're a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past it's old and dusty
so from now on I'm callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
so now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white hair
An yo buck won't you please be a friend
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
My name is Kid, Kid Rock
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
An' this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers an' the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties an' the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights an' the Southern Comfort
An' it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
An' all my heroes in the Methadone Clinic
All you bastards at the I.R.S.
For the crooked cops an' the cluttered desks
For the shots of Jack an' the caps of Meth
Half pints of love an' the fifths of stress
For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood
An' for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said, it's all good an' it's all in fun
Now get in the pit an' try to love someone
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
For the time bombs tickin' an' the heads that hang
All the gangs gettin' money an' the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs, the porno flicks
All my homies in the county, in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
An' for DB Cooper an' money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit an' try to love someone
What?
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Love and for the hate
An' for the peace, war
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
?Diggy?, said the boogy, said, up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy
Cruisin' thru town in my jacked up truck
eyes open cuz I'm scopin' for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth
Now get, get with it looked across the street
I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat
rolled up on the freak and I started to speak
But before I could talk she go grabbed my dick
licked her lips and started talkin that porno shit
She said look here I know you're Kid Rock
then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallow your cock"
Well blow me up and then blow me down
cuz I think i just found the biggest freak in town
And now I can't wait to get her back to my house
set her down on her knees and put my balls in her mouth
Balls in your mouth
balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your mouth"
Back to my crib with no delay
big grin on my grill and not much to say
Except her yo bitch how's about
I drop my my drawers and put my balls in your mouth
Next the cutie started rubbin my back
then she put a finger right between my booty crack
So I grabbed her wrist quick and said hold up slut
"Ain't nobody stickin mothin in my butt"
Now right then I knew I had a ho and a half
and all I could do is sit back and laugh
Stare at the cceiling thinking about
this chick I just met's got my balls in her mouth
Balls in your mouth
balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your mouth"
After I busted my nuts I drove her to the cut
she said "I hope you don't think that I'm a big slut,
And please don't tell anyone what we've been thru"
Next day I told the whole fuckin crew
Spread the news thru the whole damn town
and to the chick it musta got back around
So I told the ho sorry and tried to make amends
but she tried to front me in front of my friends
Runnin off at the lip talking all that shit
that I'm a bitch I'm a prick and that I got a small dick
I just waited till she walked away to shout
It's another night in hell
Another child won't live to tell
Can you imagine what it's like to starve to death
And as we sit free and well
Another soldier has to yell
Tell my wife and children I love them in his last breath
C'mon now amen, amen, amen
Habitual offenders, scumbag lawyers with agendas
I'll tell you sometimes people I don't know what's worse
Natural disasters or these wolves in sheep clothes pastors
Now damn it I'm scared to send my children to church
And how can we seek salvation when our nations race relations
Got me feeling guilty of being white
But faith in human nature, our creator and our savior, I'm no saint
But I believe in what is right
C'mon now amen, amen
I said amen, amen
Stop pointing fingers and take some blame,
Pull your future away from the flame
Open up your mind and start to live
Stop short changing your neighbors
Living off hand outs and favors, and maybe
Give a little bit more than you got to give
Simplify, testify, identify, rectify
And if I get high stop being so uptight
It's only human nature and I am not a stranger
So baby won't you stay with me tonight
When a calls away
to break the sound
I'm faden down, I need someone
Oh to be someone
They just sinken down, and holden back
I hold the dawn and run
They don't save a child
Oh, to save a child
It's a matter of salvation from them patience up above,
So don't give up so damn easy on the one you love, one you love
Somewhere you got a brother, sister, friend, grandmother, niece or nephew
Just dying to be with you
You know there's someone out there who unconditionally, religiously, loves you
So just hold on 'cause you know it's true
And if you can take the pain
And you can withstand anything, and one day
Stand hand in hand with the truth
I said amen, I said amen
I said amen, I said amen,
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd blister in the sun
We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll
While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along
And think man I'd love to see that girl again
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
And Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin mc
I'm TNT I'm dynamite
And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk
I became an mc when I learned to talk
Sayin goo-goo ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat mc like pirhana
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't twirl like a ballarena
I roll through town and I rock arenas
I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not underpaid
I'm one of kind, here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes, before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro
So here we go here, here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
Cause people like to hear my base go boom
Boom, b-boom, boom, b-boom, boom, boom, boom
Prrrii, boom, boom, ba boom, boom, boom
The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me know I've just begun
Don't cut me down don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight
I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in em
I'm a hidden gem, a rollin stone
I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome to the party
It ain't nothing but a party, hey
From the early evening till break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh, uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock
(What's up)
Can I do my thing
Can I have a little something to say right here
Oh yeah, go ahead baby
I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and beer will make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognaic
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
Fuck it I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that seems all that classy
You can't party with me or you can kiss my ass
It ain't nothing but a party, hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Haha, hey Grandmaster Bob that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that fuckin 1998 Kid Rock shit bro
I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm a rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my dick off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off
I'm no rip off, it's all original
Not too political a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
Don't start drama, macks in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin dick on video tape
I like pussy, suckin on titties
Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
I'll tell ya drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school
I got a whirlpool, don't even ask
Lickin pussy underwater shootin bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine, Uh
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches and give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Turn me up in the headphones
Been alotta cheap talk but I rock still
From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville
Sittin' high on a mountain top holdin' shop spreadin' the good news
Been alotta false prophets and quick hits
And a lot of unAmerican bullshit
But the time has come to settle and the devil's gonna make u choose
And just like a cold wind blowin' can u feel me comin' for u
Just like a freight train rollin' packed tight full of rhythm and blues
Testify
It's a Rock revival
Don't need a suit
Ya don't need a bible
Get up and dance
I'm gonna set you free yeah
Testify
It's all sex, drugs, rock n roll
A soul sensation that you can't control
And you can see I practice what I preach
I'm your rock n roll Jesus
Yes I am
Been alotta bling bling but it ain't real
And alotta new kings but I won't kneel
Sittin' high on a mountain top, holdin' shop singin' the raw dog blues
Like in old Mississippi's dirty cotton fields
Or in Detroit City's unforgotten wheels
It's the same song spinning but the same song's always been true
And I'm gonna take my roll cuz I ain't got nothin' to lose
And I'm gonna save your soul if it's really what you want me to do
Get on your knees
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class
Kid Rock Mother fucker yo I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry I fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get fucked - They don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt - show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
All world class
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack - the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain shit it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - Bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got the sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga
I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet
Yeah - 30,000 mother fuckin feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this
Oh shit some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces
Well I'm Kid Rock
got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player
Nope I'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for - yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed
Let's do it
Should we do it
Yeah, but you know people are scared to have conversations
like this and that's...and that's what it boils down to.
When you see a guy you already know whether not you want to fuck him,
don't you?
Guaranteed
Alright we are gonna have a hot time in the old town tonight
See a fly skinny on the avenue
My shades down hat flipped on and on a cashew
Could not believe my eyes so I lifted up my shades
And this girl is starring at me as if she wanted to get laid
Next the girl started steppin and she crossed the street
She walked to me and at that my knees got weak
Then I snapped to realize that it was my duty
To get this freak and co-wax the booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I gotta freak freak so I am gonna wax her booty
Heading for the crib I was reciting some rhymes
When the freak cut in and started telling of the times
She wanted to rock me and these were no lies
And that is when I contracted the rise in my Levis
Step into my crib she said the rise impressed her
So without delay I began to undress her
Unstrapped her bra and whispered to her are you with me
She said yes so I grabbed them titties
Next was the test to see if she was high rank
I dropped her panties and was slippin, I asked do you stank
She said no and noted to me that her shower soap is Gucci
So I dropped my boxers and headed for her coochie
Headed fo her coochie
Grease it down real good
Headed for her coochie
Dang that's good
Now when I got to her coochie I looked close to see
If this girl had any types of signs of VD
She did not so I said to myself Oh goody
And I grabbed my dick and co-stuck in her puddy
Started rocking this freak with my hands on her butt
You should have seen in her booty I was tearin it up
Next I whispered in her ear baby please turn over
And rocked doggie style while I was calling her Rover
Still tearin it up on her face was a grin
Holdin on to her waist pumping harder than sin
But she was lovin it all with her back in a arch
I busted my nut and she started to bark
Arf...Arf...Arf
Uhhhhhhh
Arf...Arf...Arf
Uhhhhhhh
Arf...Arf...Arf
Na na bop but nop but
Now if you think the story is over just listen to this
I thought my mission was complete so I gave her a kiss
Then I was searchin for a towel to clean off my dickie
Cuz it was kinda wet all bloody and sticky
And to talk about gross heres something sicker than sick
The bitch dropped to her knees and licked the tip of my dick
I started trippin cause this was something I've never seen
The girl was more than a freak she was a sexual fiend
And when I thought that was as gross as one girl could get
She stuck her finger in her booty and then she licked it
Oh now this girl was much more to me than a freak
In my opinion she was plain nasty
But never the less I completed my duty
I got this freak and co-waxed the booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I got the freak and I waxed her booty
I love the booty, you love the booty
Hey freak come here and let me wax your booty
Too short don't stop
Too short don't stop
Too short don't stop the beat
Hey yo short dog can I get a bitch
Biiiiiiiitch
Now if you like the booty come on fellas show it
This is your last verse to wax so why would you blow it
And if the ladies if you are tired of a man on your fanny
Then fuck you go home and watch the tube with granny
Cause this is booty night non stop
With the number one wax and me Kid Rock
So lets get hyped cause if I see you calm
I am gonna think that you are waxin with Rosie Palm
I mean really how could you be so dumb
Just look at all the girls that are dying to get some
Man, just don't be a wussy
And I'll guarantee you could get a piece of pussy
But to get it you have to realize
don't brag to the freak about your dick size
Man, that's not the way to win it
Cause it is not the length of your wand its the magic in it
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I got freaks and I wax those booties
Yeah, but you...you know...you know what I'm sayin.
What kind of Popsicle you like?
What kind of Popsicle?
Yeah
Don't matter
Huh?
It don't matter
It don't matter?
Nope
So what, you gonna do that to mine, ain't you?
Nope
Well you ought to.
I mean you ought to go run to the store
and you know they would never know what you practicing for.
They'll like, "Girl you trying to put some weighty not a Popsicle
and in the back of your mind no I'm practicing to suck Kid Rock's dick.
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
my flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
and that all might be true
but it did not happen overnight
so let me tell my tale to you
It started out when I was six just tellin' dirty jokes
my mother overheard and washed my mouth out with soap
Now as I grew I always knew what it was for me to do
never front just be blunt and always tell the truth
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy like a dog chasin it's tail
and by the time I turned of legal age I'd probably be in jail
In school my teachers thought I was just a foul mouthed freak
now their yearly salary is what I make in just one week
So to thepeople who used to say u think u know it all
maybe I do and maybe I don't but right now I'm standin tall...
And u don't know me
It's funny how one kid can cause so much confusion
Parents should be happy I'm the dop their kids are using
Now some people think this business is all fame and glory
but there's a flip side to that truth so let me kick my story
It took me oh so long to reach the point I'm at
Every time I take one stip forward they push me two steps back
I give an inch they take a mile some try to cramp my style
they try to diss they shoot they miss
I walk off with a smile
But time will pass and I'll out last anyone who doubts me
and the booty naked truth is u don't know shit about me
So when I'm in your town to nearst mic please kindly show me
so u can see what's really me and find out u don't know me
Cuz u don't know me
Now u might wanna party man so here's your party jam
Hey girly in that skirt I want u just like Uncle Sam
Let's knock boots, let's knock boots right down to the nitty gritty
with every drind 'n every blink u seem to get more pretty
So out the bar straight to my car now what's left to do
she was sayin I love u so I said yeah I love you to
(Ha!)
Next day I awoke I almost choked
who's bringin me inside,
my head was ringin' heard people singin' "here comes the bride"
Thinkin just what was I drinkin as I looked around to see
the girl I met last night was at the alter waitin on me
Next thing I know I'm face to face with holy matrimony
looked at that bitch and I quick screamiN'
u don't know me...She didn't know me
Girls around this country think I'm nasty think I'm sexist
but they bought my first L.P.
u know-Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast
Sayin ooh your this and oooh your that uh uh uh hold up cutie
What's your favorite song off that L.P.
"Ah, Wax that Booty"
A lesson taught, I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny
but close minded people thought I was only out to make money
But check on back cuz it's a fact obscenity is no new thing
remember Chuck Berry and when he sang My Ding A Ling
But for me I feel what I see and I say just what I feel
and in this world everything I see u know is all too real
Even though I don't look the same cuz I cut off my flat top
I'll always say just what I feel cuz that's the real Kid Rock...
Intro:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way... "welcome to the party"
Verse 1:
Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC
I'm T-N-T I'm dynamite
And I’m gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk
I became an emcee when I learned to talk
Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat MC's like pirhanas
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballarena
I roll through towns and I rock arenas
I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not under paid
I'm one of kind here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro
So here we go here here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
>From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom boom boom ba boom
The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me know I've just begun
Don't cut me down don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight
I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em
I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone
I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome to the party
Chorus:It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Interlude:Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my thing Can I have a
little something to say right here
"Oh yeah go ahead baby"
I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Kognack
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn’t seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my *Whistle*
Chorus:It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"
Verse 2:Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit bro
I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my dick off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off
I'm no rip-off , it’s all original
Not too political...a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape
I like pussy...suckin' on titties
Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school
I got a whirlpool...don't even ask
Lickin' pussy underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches from give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and i'll rock the party
Rock the party(8x)
Someone channel surfin:
Where'd ya get the beauty scar tough guy, eatin pussy
Yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty, no-no baby, baby, baby
This guy is really hot
Gosh it's hot
It looks and feels natural, just like a part of you
The trouble with you is, your alergic to motown bellisle, bellisle
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
my problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
got the same birth date as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
some say I can't flow but muther fucker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother fuckin name
bitch u know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
cuz I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
and I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
but most just call me when they wanna get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid muther fucker
it's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny muther fucker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
and I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp cuz I pimp like a pro
and if ya dis me punk I'll fuck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
and it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
and just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
Cuz it's blackjack and I got two aces
been many places seen many faces
and everywhere I go people wanna jive
so I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
to the beat y'all and I won't stop
and I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
P-P-P pass the boota, pass the boota
Cause i wanna get, P-P-P pass the boota
P-P-P pass the boota, cause i wanna get off
All the fuckers that are tryin to dis the Kid Rock
You can get shot, but first i'm gonna get hot
When it comes to rhyms i got a new Caddy
Cause you got about as much flavor as a fuckin rice patty
Babe, ahh dont quit your day job
It lights the way ahh
But on the mic i'm God
And workin hard for your moneys what i x'ed hoe
Cause i wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherfucker whatcha gonna do
1 wood 7 iron and i'm on the green at 2
With 1 putt i lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show putt for dough
So give it up hoe
I get a lot of funny looks
I aint stealin your music, my man
I aint to fuckin crook
Your playin dummy with your pride
And you cant tell me shit about a funny vibe
And all that jive your preachin, it's borin
God saved my soul, you save the fuckin rain forest
And i'll meet you in hell
The prodigal son Kid Rock i rock well
(only time will tell)
Well it's been coast from the midway
Smokin grass and sniffin lines
And at first glance you wouldnt guess no
I even make my own homemade wine
Moonshine, Red wine, stir it up, drink it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass around
Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Gimme a pipe and i just might smoke it
Object it, sellect it, clean it, protect it
Suck it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, that's right, pop it drop it
Set it on your tongue and then trip til you peak
Kick off back to the rap
A format
When its through what you do is play it back
Rewind it
Find it
That's how I desinged it
And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it
And grind on it
I mean push and bump
Cuz its about time we made this party jump
Take a drink of your forty
And lets get naughty
Get on the floor and just move your body to the sound
I found and also developed
Lets trip don't sit, Come on get the hell up
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut
I can not hear the chorus the music is loud and Kid talks soft
Now people always me & Katie C
If we take this activity a seriously
I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely
And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money
Yes a stupid question, but I wont quote ya
Cuz I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah
I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K
Down with Jive, RCA
Hey how could you judge me cuz of what I am
Be blind to my mind
And take a look and say fuck him
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut
I can not hear the chorus the music is loud and Kid talks soft
Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high fade
And we all get paid
Tryin to blow my rap down the sink
But go ahead cuz my rap is made of brick
And it sticks
Kicks
Hits
And uplifts
As it shows, it flows but never drifts
Its too swift and moves with quickness
Top Dogg again and you say what is this
Its the under rated MC on top
The young six foot one Kid Rock
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut
Now Patty keep it going with the guitar
Yeah, all you punk ass bitches
This is Kid Mother Fuckin Rock
The beast crew is in the house
All you suckers
This is a mother fuckin party
You better ask somebody
So get your mother fuckin hands up in the air
Cuz this ain't no joke
Yo this is the mother fuckin east side
Detorit is in this mother fucker
Yo the black man
From parts unknown
Can you dig it
Bitch, Yeah, Yeah, for the ninties Hoe
Come On, Yeah
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
The Rock is Def and it went this way
Sway to the groove that no one tops
And move to the kid in black Reebox
Not a teen heart throb, but I rock the set
So Fuck Corey High and Johnny Depp
And lets goto the authority of Jive
New school in the house and I'm on the way live
We black man
No you get into
Cuz he cuts just like a mother fuckin ginsu blade
Sway, but he's okay
Emces please step'n out of my way
Or I'll become your undertaker, huh
Cuz I'm The
(Chorus 7x)Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
Bonnie shades
And a high top fade
So low you know on the mic with no aid
You didn't think I make the grade
But now you say I use to go to school with him
I use to go to dot dot (?)
I use to know his older brother
I use to be his eigth grade lover
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot
If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and knock the boots
And then they get dissed
Crossed off my list
Though a bend in my behind would get kissed
Just like so world the girls will go
Just like Jock Custoe
And blow
Up come my drawers, See ya I gotta go
Its to plain
Kid Rock's the name
And I run my game
From Frisco to Maine
Never fell in love
Cuz I'm a girl heartbreaker
But Still I built my skills and I'm the
(Chorus 7x)Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Stop the madness
You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin the show
Clockin the dough
And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not
I'm Kid Rock
Flat top and all
Not Michael Jackson spinnin singing off the wall
But making everyone how I thump like thunder
Got over like a mother
While you went straight under
And now you can't stand
The way I jam
Hold the mic in my hand
And rock the whole land
Man get jealous if you want to
But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do
Cuz I work to hard to make ends match
Started from scrath
And to a lot of crap
But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch
And I'm a bad mother fucker
Believe that
I'll pop on top more flop no stop
Makin every girl in the house want a piece of the rock
And then I'll bring a new swing
To make it understand the kid's running thing
Mostly because I'm not an emcee faker
And the rest because I'm the
Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker
Yeah
Cut it
Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah (Chorus Fades to Back)
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
And that's a hoe
God damn holly hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
Where's my dough
It's startin to snow
All I want is the dollas
I've been a pimp so long I knew gahndi when he had an afro
Pimp, hold my dick like a holster
All the girls want a Kid Rock poster
And be able to both stay looked at
The number one pimp with the number one rap
What's up with that
Well I'm a cool cat
With the rap
That's harder than a pimp slap
And because I do so much pimpin
One day I'll probably walk with a limp
And drive a big Lincoln
Wearin an unbuttoned shirt
And be a fifty-five year old pervert
But for now rap's the occupation
But one day watch I'll be Pimp Of The Nation
Hoes are rustlic
Daddy's in the house
We got hoes and hoes and hoes
Prices so low
We pratically given the coochie coo away
Shake that booty, Shake that booty
Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell
God Damn It
Pimp of the Nation, I could be it
As a matter of a fact, I for see it
But only pimpin hoes with the big tush
While you be left pimpin Barbra Bush
What's up granny
First name Annie
Dried up cunt and a saggin fanny
The highlight of your sex adventures
You wanna suck this take out your denchers
A show of life is all I'm givin
Old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin
But for now rap's the occupation
But watch one day I'll be Pimp Of The Nation
I got all the hookers, God Damn It
I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy, Nasty Nancy, and Tammy Toe Jam
All of them ready, willing, and able to give the mack daddy all the dollas
And all the coochie coo till death do we part
Hahahaha
I have hoes like horses in a stable
Rich, famous, willing, and able
First off Ja Ja Kubore and tiffer gore
Is my highest paid whore
And for some hot booty waxin
Fake ass Latoya Jackson
Rosanne Barr is my newest trick
While on the beach I prune her with the dick
And the bitch who fucks with my cash
Robin Givens I'll whip your ass
Yeah Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Don't you fuck with me
I'll be Pimp of the Nation
Bitc...bit...bitc...bit...bitch
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
Ah yeah who's pimpin out there
Uh huh
The Midwest is pimpin
Detroit is pimpin
Mt. Clemens is pimpin
Romeo is pimpin
The black man he pimpin
KDC he's pimpin
Bo your pimpin
I said Tom he's pimpin
Chuck and Murph their pimpin
D he's pimpin
Boner is pimpin
Ben he pimpin
Ralph C is pimpin
The young brothers are pimpin
Eli your pimpin
I said Tony your pimpin
Hey Chicago your pimpin
Mr. Lee your pimpin
My pops is pimpin
My bro D he's pimpin
Jay C he's pimpin
Dice Sound is pimpin
Dougie Doug is pimpin
D-Nice he's pimpin
Chuck Nice is pimpin
Barry White he's pimpin
New York's pimpin
I said Philly is pimpin
Oakland your pimpin
Too Short your pimpin
Arseno Hall your pimp...pimp...pimpin
Eddie Murphy your pimpin
Jive Records your pimpin
RCA is pimpin
Top Dogg is pimpin
Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit
Ah hah hah
Word em up
Word em up
Kid Rock
Kid...Kid Rock
Kid...Kid Rock
And I'm Pimp of the Nation
Hah hah haha
Word
You stay on third base
I'm goin home with the bacon baby
Hahahaha
Outro (Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp)
Oh, oh, and ya don't stop
Uhh, Uhh, yeah uh huh
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
Yeah
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It ain't no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
Oh, oh, and ya don't stop
Uhh, Uhh, yeah uh huh
It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
Yeah
It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detriot party
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you want a long one baby
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Uh-Huh Check It
People always talkin what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy runnin fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
I got one for ya, uh huh this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy
I Like that
Yeah...lay it down brother
Lay it down with me baby
Hu Hoooooo Hooo
Lay it down with me baby
Ha Ha
This is your chance
Record companies stressing cause they all want hits
Yeah I'm bout it bout it so I make em like this
They say, Hey there boy all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long
Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin what I'm writin just writin what I'm doin
They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin'
My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey slime you wanna hit money...hahaha
I got one for ya
Bet that ass
This is your shot
Uh huh, Uh huh
I got one for ya
Here it is
This is your shot
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
Hey hey
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
Me and Kid Rock we gonna rock and gonna roll
We gonna rock, gonna roll, gonna rock & roll
Gonna rock, gonna roll, we gonna rock around
Ha Hiiiiiiiii Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it aint no party like a Detroit party,
Intro (Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp)
It ain't no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it ain't no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
It ain't no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it ain't no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
With some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the steps
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back
Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer out for y'all
Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
But sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop
I Wanna Go Back
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and I lost my way,
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause ta me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I wanna go back
Let it ride, let it ride
Lit up like the 4th
I'ma happy drunk
Come to papa big mama
Cause your daddys drunk
I wanna pump, pump it up like the Good Year blimp
Make ya holla for a dolla
Thats the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the Bayou
Thems are the things that I ain't gonna buy you
Its like one of them freak thangs
Hit it once - maybe every couple weeks thangs
I got no love
I got no riches
I don't roll vouges
And I ain't got switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you wanna long one baby...
Chorus x2
I got 1 for ya
This is your shot
(Uh-huh check it)
People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man - I don't care
I'm too busy running my fingers thru your mama's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I betcha run and hide
You think I'm weak so you looking for the kill
But theres sixteen shots in my ninemilly...
Chorus x2
Jimmy Jimmy Ji-Jimmy Jimmy
Yeah... Yeah, lay it down brotha
(Lay it down wit it baby)
Record companies stressing cause they all want hits
And yeah I'm bout it bout it so I make 'em like this
They say hey there boy all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long
Don't wanna hear me cuss don't wanna hear me brag
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never been what I've written
Just writing what I'm doing
They say they like my records but they're still boo-hooing
My choice always tight
My rhymes will floor ya
Hey fly you wanna hear money? Ha ha ha...
Chorus to fade
I'm not the trash you think I am, talkin trailer park
Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark
I'll take you higher, higher, I'll take you lower, slower
I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
I see you checkin out my car mmm and my residence
Your hellbound and I see your gettin whiskey bent
I've been around and I know what you meant
you don't wanna fuck me, you wanna fuck some dead president's
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
I'm supafly bitch... I'm not that guy bitch
I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch
thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with a player
and the pimp of the nation, yeah the pussy surveyor hey.
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
I like that long hair swingin in them calvin klein's I
pull'em young star fuckin with their virgin mind's
I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother
I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
I'll fuck you blind bitch, I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more.
Kid Rock, i'm gonna rock the house biatch
It goes, 1 for the trebble, and 2 for the bass
And the blue eyed devils gonna rock this place
Cause i dont give a damn what ya label me
I'm still able G, to wreck the whole town
Got my cards on the table, it's a Royal Flush
In God i trust, and it's a must i bust
The angel dust and the strick 9
A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine
Never uptight, see i'm that light that shines
Lady's always askin me "what's your sign"
I'm a Capricorn, not a Taurus
I'm the oriental lick master from the forrest
I'm the Borris, sorest, looser that you ever saw
But watch out slick, i'm quick on the draw
And i'll be blastin the fools like this
Pop, pop, pop, shit!
Rocks no joke, i go straight for the throat
Chillin it late on my old mans boat
I hate to grin about the girls i got
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo i got a whole lot
Stright pimpin, cant stop this
So when i get low on dough, i make my hoe's dance topless
Watch me rock this, i'm far from spotless
I'm really kinda dirty, flippin you the birdy
Rollin on chrom D's
Bumpin them motherfuckin Beasties
I see these emcee's laugh at Rock
But i'm nuclear
Feel the wrath of the after shock
Cause after Rock, rocks the spot, i leave the whole crowd hot
On the mic with my nuts in my hand
With the sluts backstage, hittin nuts on demand
That could never be a buster, a straight hustler
I got a good bitch, but i still dont trust her
Let me lay it on the line
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid tryin to get mine
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme uhh, uhh
I gave an invitation to the president, just for kicks
It said "your courduly invited to suck my dick"
I'ma trippin, true as this
I got mill in the bank, cause i make so much sence
Hell bent, and i'm whisky bound
Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no)
Some people just dont get it
They got no talent so they hide behind the gilnick and rcok with it
It's a shame, but who's to blame.
I got a C note brain, steel veins
I got love for everyone
Just dont get dumb, cause if ya get dumb,ya get done
From the jimmy to the beach, to the bum
From the fist, to the back, to attack with the hand granades
You cant fade me, i'm down for mine
And the hate in the world, is the sign of the times
Let me lay it on the line
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid tryin to get mine
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme uhh, uhh
Now i'm the highest, flyest emcee in town
The scratchin, most smackinest emcee around
Heaven sentin, representin always
Your on MTV, radio, game all crazed
I blaze smoke screen, 4-5 OG's
Got the ladys breakin with this gotee
24 on a 12 step relaps
Phill and Bill bozin at the knee caps
I'll be back if i dont make green
With the funky rhyms and the no sell out themes
I have dreams and aspirations
My graduation, was from pimp of the county to pimp of the nation
Damn nation is shockin signs
From the Kid Rock flows, to the free stlye rhyms
A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone's Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
the world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
"What's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
Hey hey hey
Come on yo.
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not George Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like Charlie Hooker baby
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
'Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
Fuck the radio comin' from the R O M E O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine eight
(Nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat out you diss me punk, that's when I pull a strap out
And I get to buck, buck, bucking a fuck, fuck, fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
Role model, your motherfucking H E R O
My motto, 'Be cool, keep pimpin''
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K I D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, devil
Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come on)
Yeah, we come to party
I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record exec's
The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime, baby left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em, doc
You're too old to kid, too soft to rock
Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you, test of time
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, come on devil, uh, uh devil
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three foot high, ready to get fly, Joe C
I'm the J O E to the C, hoe
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak hoe, call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with the devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Back in the muther fuckin saddle
my six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner
my saddle horn rubs right and yo it's givin me a boner
I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
but that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me
And we didn't even fuck
I gave my last gold tooth 'n gold nugget to get my dick sucked
3 days out on the frontier
and I'd kill for a cheap whore and a barrel of cold beer
I need a slut for a service
I take a peak at the shiip and they all run away nervous
Man I gotta get my rocks off
cuz my Wranglers don't fit right unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
I'm a desperate rado
didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
got a cock like a cactus
Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote
horny as a toad trippin off peyote
Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by the sack
I'm known thru out the west as the pie eyed mack
And to the law I'm no stranger
I'm wanted dead or alive cuz I shot the Lone Ranger
And then Tonto tried to get down
so I boned his bitch slit hes throat and then I skipped town
That's the way I run my show
paint towns red
fuck hoes and then I lay low
I know you think I'm archaic
but my dick's like a sword
I see pussy and wanna slay it
Out on the plains it gets linely
sometimes I feel homely
new faces
new towns no one knows me
Guns cocked in my holster
u see my face in each town nailed to a pole on a poster
I'm always lookin for the quick buck
then always blowin my cash on a bitch with a big butt
Some say my head's hollow
Fuck em....I'm just a
Desperate rado
trottin thru the bad lands
A desperate rado
tokin down with all the cowhands
A desperate rado
didn't take much practice
A desperate rado
got a cock like a cactus
Now I fuck whores by the scores up ten fold on any fellow
in any town I can be found at the local bordello
Never yellow never chicken listen for my spurs draggin,
and when I'm kickin dust you better circle up the wagons
So when I rip thru your town don't be gawkin
just tip your hat and Tex keep walkin
Cuz I'm a gun slingin top hand
fuck with me and you'll go out like Custer at his last stand
I'm a low down buckaroo
if you leave me alone with your mother then I'll fuck her too
Cuz I'm a sidewinding nomad
and morals in upbringing is something that I never had
Known as the ruff ridin Texan
a bad buck from the day of my inception.
And I was raised in the poor house
my mother kicked me out so she could start a whore house
Now since the day I left the corral
I've been on a quest for the plant that's called mescal
Cuz pale rider once pulled me aside
and told me that high was the best way to ride...
Now I'm a desperate rado
always lookin for a fight
A desperate rado
puffin on a peace pipe
I'm a desperate rado
on the run from the law
1994
Fuck Off
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrreee
I never went to college, I ain't got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live, each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day of pain
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrrreeee
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You cant stop y'all
(You can't stop y'all)
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You come alive y'all
(Alive y'all)
Come on
I never felt at home, although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam
Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am
I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme
I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind
Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see this virus spread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day of pain
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it there
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Guess who's back?
I used to be broke, confused, no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick
Now there's 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
So what, say how, say who
Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you
Come clean, you know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from Liverpool, I deliver fool
Now, who the fuck are you?
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money, than Matchbox 20
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city
A shirts, Cadillacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes
Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper
Fuck a real good girl
I got the baddest bitch in the world
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
You think you got it good in Hollywood
I got acres of land laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft donzy
You got a Bentley? Wow
I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows
Bitch bow when I pimp through
For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z
Baby, I'm sick of gettin' ripped off
So pissed 'bout to be pissed off
Mackin' me 'cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm clapin' my gardeners and fuckin' my maids
Never mind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
Cocky and I say "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
Back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eigth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin and whatten
That day came the two started fuckin
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin in the window and fuckin all night see
Fuckin during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tough decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin nigger
Still seein that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin records and goin on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail, but first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin
And she called him up early one mornin
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin and made her crazy
And she talked about havin another baby
The guy was like, Oooh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin you
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin him too
Slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregrant
And if that ain't some shit cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends
Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was takin the fuckin pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin
I'm still standin
I'm still standin
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school. I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on the biskit lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And i was born to be a hick
ohhh i was born to be a hick man
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on the biskit lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And i was born to be a hick
See i was born to be a hick man
Yeah i was born to be a hick man
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm a shot gun tokin I'm a John Deer drivin
I'm a hiiiiiiick
Ahhh har
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
not wacked I don't try to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up
An now I've toured this nation
pimp of the nation
pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches, they think I'm sexist
but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
and gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash
invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like
Every time fuck I don't eat no manwich
kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town
but this town ain't shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
bitch I'm the best in the mother fuckin Midwest
Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it
sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than fuckin White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn't pushed for shit
so Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick
Cuz I'm rippin like a chainsaw
yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
and As they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And Im back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 packs of Strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
I'm going platnum
Sellin' rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gat!!!!!
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin Pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never snort away
I dont play with crack
But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh gat!!!!!!
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with
TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an American bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can (suck my dick) Radio edit
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's
After i rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Fuckin sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big fuck you
Who knew I'd blow up like ???
So fuck highschool
I pissed on my daploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause im the shhhh shhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at
Say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say
Hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin' Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin' Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where Im at
You took my friends away, yeah
You got them livin' for the grave
Now everything's been fine since you been gone
But you made my winter's feel so warm
I'm livin' for the soul that ain't been born
Yeah
See the suckers come down
It's alright
Mother %^(%#$
Come see
You played my soul for your %^(%!$% fool
Yeah down in the beat
You took my life and turned it around
But you made my winters feel so warm
I'm livin' for the soul that ain't been born
Yeah
See the suckers come down
It's alright
Mother %^(%#$
Come see
Yeaahhhh
Your making me feel this way
I can't live everytime I'm in my grave
Yeah...Yeah
You got time burning the place on me, yeah
Oh never alone, I've been fine, yeah
Yeaahhhh
Your making me feel this way
Yeah...Yeah
I guess I'm livin' everytime you sit in my grave
You got the joke to break on me
So I'm never alone, I've been fine
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang
But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock i love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting
Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so i'm lookin
And i gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed every time we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
You'll never see me in Thyland
But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'm a wreck from the start to end
But gimme brew and gimme that and i'm a do you in
You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow
To a track layed back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and im a let it hang
Born and raised in the E.D. so i'm a let cha know
Is that wrong i stand strong and i'm a getto bro
Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep
No fuckin Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue
You think i'm jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops
When they come i'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
Now Prince Vince i remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do i make myself understood?
Yeah, i put you on them black hoes
They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes
People dont know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still down in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use
And light my infared dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red
Your runnin around with a string of chicks
Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
Straight G's from the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like that
I'm kickin a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back
Back in the day's to the late 80's
When i dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's
And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the jealous niggers trying to tell us
Slangin aint the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, i got a pocket full of lint
Too much late former rate, and i gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the comosat
Now can i keep my style and get wild?
Me, Kid Rock and Wes Chill, just coolin on the island
It's like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better pack your back
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
I got my Harley on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin straight 7 so what up?
Like Bush Wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause i'm the best mother fucker from this time
For breakfast i snort cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin signs is what i'm sowin
I'm the hoe and i'm knowin the mind blowin home growin
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know i fry quick
Gettin lit when i be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's what the Kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and
chackin cause you know i am a
Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock
in the gutter on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
I had a realization of God, I saw God
And umm, it's not a face or a figure or anything
It was a presence, umm the woods
(all natural) God is all natural
The sun, the universe, everything
You, me were part of God, were part of God
It was an incredible feeling
Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho
From the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the best
In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there's no contest
For the pimp in the pimp of the nation
So fuck college and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold hands
Then we could live in peace in my homeland
God damn the way my pain swells
I spend all my time killin' brain cells
The light shed on me was a dim gleam
So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam
Droppin' dots or sniffin' that blow black,
I go to sleep at night watchin' Kojak
Fuck hoes cuz I'm no big fag
Roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags
When I shoot I never miss
and if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this...
People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care
So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo
Just a wild young buck
Got banned from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck
Cuz I still be clownin' suckers be frownin'
Forties of Busch I be poundin'
I ain't dead in the head like Manson
I'm more laid back than muther fuckin' Ted Danson
Hanson brother style when I'm rumblin'
Couple of shots of Don Q and I be stumblin'
Fumblin' footballs hangin' in the pool halls
Out late night with my crew stealin' U-hauls
I'm not into havin' clean fun
I step into the party strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster like Gotti
"I'm just an M.C. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in black plus a new track
And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I never miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably strum it like this...
So give it up bitch cuz I'm the kid rock
And today I know you don't wanna get shot
You look gay you're too cliche
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay
Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick buck
But muther fuckers like y'all just have no luck
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off cuz I ain't givin' no free rides
You little bald headed peon
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on
Cuz I'm sure I'm sure ya
Are gonna try to come back around but I'll ignore ya
It only takes one shot to floor ya
Cuz I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm real mutha for ya
Better jet so cuz I won't let no hoes from the metro
Take mine "what up doe"
Come look son I'm number one...
"Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight zone with Rod Serling
I ain't goin' bald so fuck Sy Sperling
When I shoot I never miss
My ideas like highs
they come and they go
it seems I've forgotten what I need to know
I feel I'm wasting time at night when I sleep
someone so shallow that's in so deep
So I patch the holes that yet haven't appeared
completely blinded but things are so clear
I know just what to do but why the fuck should I bother
I'm content sitting at the right hand of our father
Fuckin A is all I got to say
give me peace of mind and I'll be on my way
I was born into this world and I don't know why
I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think
like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't stink
No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro
dressed in black head to toe thinkin you're so fuckin euro
Tryin to act Manhattan when you're from some little village
In a Public Enemy shirt and it's all for your image
Cuz any other rap you think it's crap fuckin trash
Bitch talk your shit just never let me get that ass
cuz...
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
Back in school I knew this chick her name was Sara Bolerdies
and she thought she was the shit becuz she dated older guys
Dumb bitch fuckin whore always wanted to get laid
but never gave the pussy up to anybody in her grade
Played me like a sucker
like a bitch like a punk
that little pussy lickin finger fuckin ho ass cunt
Never once did she speak to anybody in her class
so one day I told her never let me get that ass
cuz...
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
Now all u bitches gettin fucked
gettin drunk smokin buddha,
Gettin laid and gettin played like fuckin Amy Papuda
Better chill with that before u kill the cat
before u spend your fuckin life lying on your back
U ain't gotta let me fuck u to be liked
get a grip, shit I'll like u just the same if u suck a good dick
And yo I'm not speakin to all u girls at my shows
I'm speakin directly to all u fuckin bitches and hoes
cuz I love women ones who chill drink and laugh
Fuck Off
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrreee
I never went to college, I ain't got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live, each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day I'll pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrrreeee
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You cant stop y'all
(You can't stop y'all)
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You come alive y'all
(Alive y'all)
Come on
I never felt at home, although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam
Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am
I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme
I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind
Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see this virus spread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day I pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it there
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahh...
I’m here and it’s clear I’m gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain’t kojak or dr. suess
It’s the kid muther fucker and I’m gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than randy rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but u don’t know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I’m slick
I’m nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the f.b.i
Although I’ve tried every method just to get high
L.s.d. is what I’m trippin on
And o.e. bitch is what I’m sippin on
A big fat booty’s what I’m grippin on
But for now I’m gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin a.m.
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...now c’mon y’all and tell me what’s my name
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I’m in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I’m true I’m blue like captain kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I’m a bang for you
Becuz the kid rock ain’t no bitch yo
And I ain’t no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can’t get with me and fuck all u cops u ain’t shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick becuz I ain’t the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up
U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you’re talkin shit I’m gonna shut ya up
And all ya wack d.j.’s I’m gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don’t give a fuck about no one
And when I wax I tax and that’s just how it goes son
Yo ain’t no sucker
Cuz I’m the kid..’rock muther fucker’
Straight from mo-town and I won’t slow down
I cease the cheese m.c,’s I moe down
And I show no shame cuz I’m down for mine
Now tell me what’s my name
It ain’t eric clapton and this ain’t slowhand
I’m the kid ya dig and I’m a rock the whole land
Cuz no man can make a track this grand
And if you know what I know than just....
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boots caked in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin'
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boots caked in shit
And I was born to be a hick
See I was born to be a hick man
Yeah I was born to be a hick man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shotgun totin'
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
I think you might like to hear something from us
Stand up
Put your hands up
Come on get up
Kid Rock's in the house yo, Ready to pick up
The tempo and you know in so I will fo somewhat unconventional
But comprehendible
I'm the presentable the good lookin
The Mello Yellow young fellow and I'm cookin
Heatin the house up just like a hot plate
Smooth on the groove like an ice skate
You didn't think in a blink I'd stand here
But now your in fear and stand clear
You can't come near this hot stylin
Groove by the kid who's smooth as a violin
Also the perfect lyric announcer
On the set with a cold forty ouncer
Ready to glide from side to side
Why, cause I Step In Stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Cause I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
N-N-Now yes I'm new
But before I'm through
Your gonna see I paddle my own canoe
Cause I'm solo
A young pro on the go
Close to an angel
But I wear no Halo
I just shake, create, and never act fake
And I learned to dislike and not hate
Because hatred leads to an uproar
Violence is one thing I am not here for
I'm just here flat out and to blow the roof
Kick some watts and that's what I inted to do
Pump it up like an air comb presser
Teach to each like a wise professor
No job I strive to reach high
Make the girls in the house all sigh
And I'll glide from side to side
Why, cause I Step in Stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Applied, Step in Stride you bet I do
Get you high like a bottle of German Brew
Comin clean
New on the scene
Makin girls scream if you know what I mean
Cause they dream of me to rock the place
And put a big smile upon their face
Any girl of any race
But they have to like the b-b-bass
And that's the rep I've earned and kept on the set
Workin up a sweat
No Jive Kid Rock uparrivd
And I Step in Stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Thee...Thee...Thee...Thee
These are the criteria
Thee...Thee...Thee...Thee
These are the criteria I believe should be applied Applied...applied...applied...applied
Do what you have to
I do what I had to
To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue
And as I rank I wanna thank no one
Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done
You helped me around
My parents put me down
I never skipped town
I stood my ground
We kept showin up
Drinkin and throwin up
Rap was my life
As I was growin up
Actin a fool in school no one topped us
Smart ass in class at times abnoxious
Drivin a bronco
Runnin my own show
And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes
And me and Bo got together
Made sense
Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basements
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mix let the Black man talk shit
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown
Now I won't stop cause yo I'm Kid Rock
The Genuine Article
They don't want me
Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done
F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice
Its like the roll of the dice
For a whole new life
But don't get my song wrong
I enjoy it alot
Walkin around like a big shot
Cause I'm Kid Rock
Smooth as an ice cube
Cool as an igloo
And more complex, than a rubix cube
A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue
Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run
And as I incline thru time to get mine
I try not to slide, but walk a straight line
Though it's hard when the climb gets steep
The one who finds is the one who seeks
So I sought and fought
And alot I got taught
And although I left those who stole got caught
Many shows I rocked
Many suckers I laughed at
And those who snapped back usually got slapped
The cat if I was strap
Cause I was a sun of a gun
Livin life on the run
Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none
Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
And when in motown I cool out in Greektown
On the upside with nuthin too high
The Genuine Article
They don't wnat me
Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done
Chuck nice break that beat down
Uh huh...Uh huh..Uh huh
KDC...huh
Six Generations of rap and I'm first
Ready to burst, the style is rehearsed
I worked and worked and worked and I worked
When many thought I was just gettin jerked
Used, abused, but I paid my dues
And now no one out there could fill my shoes
And my pants and do this dance
This shit didn't happen by chance
It went slow not quick, but now I'm your pick
Ain't that a trip when I started from zip
And now up and up and up I wont stop
The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock
Yes me the low key MC
With the ability to rock a party
Anywhere and make people stare
I'm lookin while I'm cookin with no care
Pumpin the new sound town to town
Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown
And still I wont stop growin this flat top
The Genuine Article
They don't want me
Bitch
Where you at Rock, where you at
Beep
You fucking ass fucking hole
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Where the fuck are you
You fucking love me?
Yeah mother fucking right
Where the fuck are you? What are you doing?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Fucking some groupie bitch
Goodbye
Fuck Off
You know what I hope your fucking dick fucking falls off
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
And when it does, maybe you'll have some mother fucking time for me
You fucking asshole
Don't call me no more
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Don't call
Don't beg
Don't call
Nothing at all, bye
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Beep
Yo Rock it's Carp
Ahh where you at man?
It's about 3 o'clock here in New York
I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London
Ahh your supposed to be at Abby Road finishing lyrics
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
I just got a call from one of these guys and he mentioned that you would
Ahh that you were thinking about going to Amsterdam
Which I just wanted to let you know that if you were pondering that
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
That it is not a good idea
We have matchering in three days
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Ahh just remind you
I'm at the office, see ya
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Beep
Where you at rock, where you at
Bobby where are you?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
It's Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock
You know I did ask you to be at 3
You promised me you'd be here
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Were having a special party for the whole family
It's Father's Day and I'm really upset
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
You know, we planned this whole thing around you
Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn't make it
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
So we made this whole party around you
Now where the hell are ya?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
I'm really gettin a little heated
Please call me right back, now
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Answering Machine: Beep
Rock, it's Kracker
What the fuck are you doing?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
I'm at the Tellstar
This ghetto ass fuckin place with four smokin ass three bitches
Ready to turn them the fuck out
You were supposed to be here forty minutes ago
What the fuck are you doin?
Ah call me back ah...
Yo, Yo, Yo
What the fuck are you doin?
Yo, yo, I'll be right, I'll be right there
Aight
See ya
Peace
Uh, I grew a herding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the Rock quit frontin
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin
Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South
Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out
I'll put your head out, this is my night
How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the feds now its all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts
Mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it
It's all real cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You'll eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
Now how you gonna front on that
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here to the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
One-two and it don't stop
Three-Four and it don't quit
One-two and it don't stop
From the depths of hell to God's right hand side
I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride
I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide
My first LP is still sellin that ain't no Jive
Am I the chosen one
Some people ain't getttin where I'm comin from
Or where I'm goin to stand back
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh...Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
Rock the house Yooooooooooo
Come On
And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that I'm crazy fly
I'm steppin to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe
Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin up on the mic with no consideration
For you're church or you're family
Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me
I'm like a dandy lion Jack
You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin but I'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talkin shit
But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and get your ass macked
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at Rock, where you at
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Well guess whos back, with a big fat cock
It's the Kid motherfucker with the Classic Rock
Like Wax That Booty, yodeleyeho, punk
Slappin you hoes with Dick when I get drunk
From Alabama, to Texacana
Bend over bitch and let me slam a
Big fat dick up in your booty, oh goody
If your a freaky hoe, well do the backdoor boogy
Bitch
don't even front
You'de shit your pants if I licked your cunt
Fuckin in the bed, fuckin in the showers
I got more hoes then my man Ed Powers
I wont send flowers at the fuckin dime
You can bet your ass I'll be screening calls
I don't really need to be tied down
Im a ramblin man and i'm platinum bound
When I was on the hunt rippin hoes apart
And I fuck so hard I make the pussy fart
to the hip-hip-hop yep it don't stop
Im back, bitch, with the Classic Rock
(???)
Now if you wanna get fucked then step up bitch
and imana pack this dick all up in your shit
Now I don't like rubbers, they hold me back
Instead i roll like tonto and ride bareback
I wont cut slack for the stuck up hoes
who hear my rhymes turn up their nose
See me on the strip try to tell me im sick
thats when I drop my drawers and show em my dick
Huh, you know thats true
I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew
Got a ho named Sue and one Named Pam
Fucked em both at the same time (god damn)
Playin shows, fuckin hoes
Got the dope in my veins and up my nose
I want some hoes I can mack on
Kid Rock you know I get more pussy then a tamp-on
Kid, to the clip, to the grip, to the flip
Stood back, to the slap, to my nuts in your butt
Yeah don't stop, cause Im back with the Classic Rock
You want my balls in your mouth, and you don't stop
Who are you, who are you
Well i'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack
How you step rock
I step in stride
I step across stage with my nuts in my hand
The punks wanna front cause i got my own band
Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don't stink, like eli's does
I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard
Nah man, i kicked that bitch to the curb
I don't really need to be tied down
I'm a ramblin man, and i'm platinum bound
Me too, rolled my crew, i'm not too new
.16 is what i blew
I bet that set you straight, that illegal action
Fuck that, i still roll with a 40 in my lap
Back in 2nd grade, i carried a lunch box
Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
Snortin that D by the dime
Wish i could slow down, i'm ahead of my time
I'm the Krack, i'm the Krack
Krack, Krack, Krack
I'm the Krack bitch, my last dimes what i'm bettin
I'm up in the casino with a flash like stetson
Girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer
So i grab me a bitch and i slapped her in the rear
My livingroom is the place i'm hangin out
Uptight pussy's is the shit i'm bangin out
I'm sick of livin in these perplex times
That's why i kick these motherfuckin sex rhymes
I'm headin down south
I'm headin down south
I'm headin down, headin down
Hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go
I'm headin down south on a dusty path
I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask
Ass on the wagon and they think i'm all soft
But i don't givea fuck, i'm trippin my balls off
Up in the crack house tunin them rocks off
Hoe's come around an we be knockin the box top
Knocked out, knocked up and all that shit
Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your clit
Everything that gets old
It get's over rated
Old to me, just means out dated
I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit
Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's clit
Oh shit, and there it is
I get a lot of pussy cause i'm in show biz
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out.
Put her hands on her flop and started eyein me
So i smacked the ole bitch with my flyin D
That's when i said "man i gotta get a grip"
Looked at the TV realized i was trippin
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam
In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp
Back in 86 man I was seein a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
I got big ole pupils and blood shot eyes
I'm on the brink if you know what I mean
And a twelve step program couldn't keep me clean
Cause I'm the bullgod you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G
Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin...Bitch
Said I'm trippin....Bitch
I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
But when I start pokin back they get all uptight...Huh
You can't cap with the master son
So sit your ass down before I blast ya one
Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little Hank runnin through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bet all day but I can't be bought
Uh Break it up let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up
Cause I'm the bullgod you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G
Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin
Said I'm trippin
I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm forsaken...yeah
You ain't nothing
Yeah yeah yeah
Come on get em up
Come on get em up
Come on get em up
I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is
I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you can say I'm outta hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Everytime that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod
I am the bullgod you understand
And here in my head is my master plan
Uh I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game and as they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes
I went platinum, seven times
And still they ill, they wanna see us fry
I guess because only God knows why, why why why
Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all
I like AC-DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash
Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with
Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker
I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big, fuck you
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here
'Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey
From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin
kid rock i got the sex rhymes
kid rock i got the sex rhymes
kid rock i got the sex rhymes
all world class
(Kid Rock)
kid rock mutha fucker Yo i ain't no fag
i fuck bitches dry fuck em on the rag
tag their toes check em off my list
hoes get fucked they don't get kissed
a simplistic pimp gettin much respect
i'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
jet set the country on yer world purse
just to show u how a real pimp works
Remove yer shirt show me them titties
i'll drive my dick right through your twin cities
around your bends over your curves and ass
park it in yer mouth til i run outta gas
Snoop Dogg i got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg i got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg i got the sex rhymes
All World Calss
(Snoop Dogg)
It ain't nothin like black pussy on my dick
word to ya mamma and ya sister bitch
i play hoes like a muthafuckin football game
i pull my dick out and he'll say it's good ya'll came
ya'll did yer thang work the nigga front to back
in the bill clinton presidential cadillac
we smoked the sack the bitches couldn't handle that
blew out my brains and left no stain
i can't complain shit it's all done with game
i fucked so many hoes i can't remember they name
but it ain't about that bitch i really doubt that
just turn the lights out and put my dick where ya mouth at
Kid Rock i got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock u got yer sex rhymes
Snoop i got the presidential sex rhymes
my nigga my nigga my nigga
(Kid Rock)
i'm on a private jet outta JFK
Sipin the Becks Feelin A OK
look across the isle and who did i see
bill mutha fuckin clinton sittin next to me
we kicked the talk tied a couple a laughs
this stewradess walked up & asked us for our autographs
i thought it was mac and i gave her two free shirts
bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
so i stuck five and that made ten
shit two roosters and only one hen
billy winked at me it was all too sweet
we tag teamed that freak at thirty thousand feet
yeah thirty thousand muthafuckin feet flyin high
ya know we thougth we do it the most in the coast
(Lemme see if you got some gansta shit homie,
casue if you do I'ma kick sumpin for ya.)
(Snoop Dogg)
Oh shit some gansta shit
All I need is a gansta bitch
Cause gansta shit is all I kick
I fucks with a black, brown, or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I hear to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love..Fuck love its to racist
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces
(Kid Rock)
Well, I Kid Rock got pussy galore
you might get alot of pussy
i gets much more
got scores of whores and macks know whats up
(you'se a playa)
nope i'm a flat out slut
got what you came for yes indeed
XTC and a sea of weed
got a seed to plant in your field of crap
i'll wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
You can hold my sac while I pack your bag
you can rub my back while i tap ur keg
one leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
(Tap tap tap tap) Hey, is this thing on?
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about 17
The beat was goin' strong, playin' my favorite song
I could tell it wouldn't be long til' he was with me
Yeah with me
I could tell it wouldn't be long til' he was with me
Yeah with me
Singin':
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so put another dime in the juke box baby
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dance with me!
He smiled so I got up, and asked for his name
But that don't matter he said, cause it's all the same
He said can I take you home, where we can play alone
And next we were movin' on and he was with me
Yeah with me
And we were movin' on and singin' that same old song
Yeah with me
Singin':
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so put another dime in the juke box baby
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dacne with me!
Oww!
I love Rock 'n' Roll, yeah
Cause it soothes my soul, yeah
I love Rock 'n' Roll, yeah
I said can I take you home, where we can play alone
And next we were movin' on and he was with me
Yeah with me
And we were movin' on and singin' that same old song
Yeah with me
Singin':
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so put another dime in the juke box baby
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dance with me!
I love Rock 'n' Roll, (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
so put another dime in the juke box baby
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dance with me! (Dance with me)
I love Rock 'n' Roll, (Rock 'n' Roll)
so put another dime in the juke box baby (I said dance with me)
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dance with me!
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so put another dime in the juke box baby (Oh oh, oh oh, oh)
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dance with me!
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so put another dime in the juke box baby (Oh oh, oh oh, oh)
I love Rock 'n' Roll,
so come on take some time and dance with me!
But anyway I..I..I like to value my
relationship with women. You know sometimes I get so
deeply involved I just, I just have to feel like
oral sex would complete our relationship
Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yo,Yo,Yo, Yo Da Lin In The Valley
A delicious break from Potatoes
Yo Da Laheeeeoooooooo
Here we go
Yo, Yo, Yo Da Laheeeooooo
Let em know how I'm layin
Unusual kinda casual yes with me girls are obsessed
To get undressed
Get fresh and have me
Yodle In The Valley
And I'd do it at the drop of a dime (dime)
Sometimes goin from behind (from behind)
Slowly strokin, no jokin
My tongue just keeps on pokin
And the best type of oochie coochie
Is the type that tastes like sushi
Eat it
Watch a girl get frisky
And then wash it down with a shot of whiskey
Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Lin In The Valley
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
Yo Da Laheoooo
Yo here's a story
(Check it out)
I remember when I spent the night at Sally's house
Woke up with Cotton Mouth
Couldn't speak
My tongue was weak
From Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Oh I love them mountain thighs
And a pizza pie before my eyes
But before I taste them juices
I make sure this Sally douches
But she's not the only one
I like to Yodle On
It sounds wicky wacky ticky tacky
But yo you know that I'm most happy
Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Lin The Valley
A delicious break from potatoes
Yo Da Laheoooooo
Check It Out
(Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Laaaaeeeeeoooo)
I need some more yodle music
Could you get break this down and give me some
Yoollllooo
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
(A delicious break from)
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yo, Yo, Yodalaheho
(A delicious break from potatoes)
Cause I like it like that
Cause you know
Cause cause cause I like it like that
Yo Da Laheoooooo
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yodalin in the valley
I can't figure it out
Girls think I'm a freak cause I don't speak
Whisper In their ear and make it clear
I love em'
Sorry dear don't hate
Cause I'm not gonna say I love you when your sitting upon my face
Oh yes It's warm and wet
In the valley you bet (bet)
And get this, one girl I yodled on
Had a bush thicker than the amazon
Forest
I felt like a tourist
A backpacker
Oh shit wheres my weedwacker
Came out with hair on my toungue
But still I got the job done
Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
Yo, Yo, Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
(Get funky with it)
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
(Get funk, funk, funk, funk, funky with it)
Yo Da Laheoooooo
I get funky with it
For The 1-9-9-0
Cause you know I'm tired of men
Cottage cheese and salad and greens
I like that half a burger..hehe
Well done, well done
Mmmmmmm Yummy
Yodalin the whole beast crew
Yoda lahehoooo
The black man's yodalin
Yolllllllll
Cause you know I'm talkin about yodalin
Be like a lagitamint girl
Yodalin in the valley
Diss, diss, diss, diss
Yodalin in the valley
Uhhhh....uh huh...uh huh
Yoda lahehoooo
Yo, Yo, Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
A delicious break from potatoes
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yodalahehoooooooooo
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class
Kid Rock Mother fucker yo I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry I fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get fucked - They don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt - show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
All world class
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack - the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain shit it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - Bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got the sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga
I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet
Yeah - 30,000 mother fuckin feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this
Oh shit some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces
Well I'm Kid Rock
got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player
Nope I'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for - yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed
Let's do it
Should we do it
I had a realization of God, I saw God
And umm, it's not a face or a figure or
anything
It was a presence, umm the woods
(all natural) God is all
natural
The sun, the universe, everything
You, me were part of God, were
part of God
It was an incredible feeling
And to use acid is religious for
Everything’s tight from my loot to my friends
I ain’t got time to tighten up loose ends huh
I’ve been that route...too many times
If I ain’t stabbed in the back I ain’t fightin’ no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain’t nobody playin’ what I’m tryin’ to hear
I’ve been sayin’ for years that the fakes wouldn’t last
You were jockin’ that bullshit, now you look like an ass
Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
’cause I’ve got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain’t got nothin’ more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you’ll see me comin’
My gun’s gunnin’ and the 808’s hummin’
Raw raw rip rock rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
When I turned 19 I was touring with ice cube
It’s true...i’m from the old school
Where the rules don’t bend and the beats don’t end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be
I’m still the...body rocking three emcee...so clap your hands to what he’s doing
I’m a razor blade slittin’ through a wrist of hate
I’m a contradiction...i’m a twist of fate
See me rollin’
You got me rollin’
I’m rollin’
Searchin’ underneath the sun
I’m dead as shit, but I ain’t been killed
See I’m a mack, I’m a truck, but I’m peter built
I am the trucker and my ego’s large
I’m the k to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin’ hear them harley’s revvin’
I’m steppin’ to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 lp’s but I ain’t got no hits
And I’m a greatful, hateful, little son of a g
I’m a deadhead runnin’ from the d-p-d
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you’ll be swingin’ like a topless dancer
Biltmore beavers and a top dog coat
Top car 4 vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain’t all that I’ll be back my man
Rolllin’ you got me rollin’
I’m rollin’
Searching undearneath the sun
Rolllin’ you got me rollin’
I’m rollin’
Searching undearneat the sun
Days roll by¡they roll too fast
I said days roll by...i watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with rock
And party with crews that just don’t stop uh-huh...yeah
Rolllin’ you got me rollin’
I’m rollin’
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
(verse 1)
One Saturay I took a walk to Zipperhead
I met a girl there and she almost knocked me dead
Punk Rock Girl
Please look at me
What do you see
Lets travel round the world
Just you and me
Punk rock girl
(verse 2)
I tapped her on the shoulder and said "do you have a beau?"
She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know
Punk Rock Girl
Give me a chance
Lets go slam dance
We'll dress like Minnie Pearl
Yeah your for me, Punk Rock Girl
(verse 3)
We went to the Philly pizza company and ordered some hot tea
The waitress said "well no, we only have it iced"
So we jumped up on the table and shouted "ANARCHY"
Then someone played a Beach Boys song on the juke box
It was California Dreamin' so we started screamin, on such a winters daaay
(verse 4)
She took me to her parents for a Sunday meal
Her father took one look at me and he began to squeal
Punk Rock Girl
It makes no sense
Your dad is the Vice President
Just like the Duke of Earl
Yeah your for me
Punk Rock Girl
(verse 5)
We went to the a shopping mall and laughed at all the shoppers
A security guard trailed us to the record shop
We asked for Mojo Nixon
They said "he dont work here"
We said "if you dont got Mojo Nixon then your store could use some fixin'"
(verse 6)
We got into a car away we started rollin'
I said how much did you pay for this
she said "nothin man its stolen'"
Punk Rock Girl
You look so wild
Lets have a child
We'll name her Minnie Pearl
Just you and me
Eating fudge banana swirl
Just you and me
We'll travel round the world
Just you and me
Punk Rock Girl
Verse:1
Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night
At the hotel
I ain't seen the sunshine in
Three damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever
Change my ways
Chorus
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you
While I'm lying next to her
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you
While I'm lying next to her
Verse:2
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows
But they won't tell
But their half-hearted smiles
Tell me somethin' just ain't right
I've been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you
While I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you
While I'm lyin' next to him
(Sheryl)
I saw you yesterday with an old friend
(Kid)
It was the same ol' same
How have you been
(Both)
Since you've been gone my worlds been
Dark and gray
(Kid)
You reminded me of brighter days
(Sheryl)
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was headed to church
(Kid)
I was off to drink you away
(Both)
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you
To come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you
To come back home
I just called to say I love you
Come back home
Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there
Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise
I've realized one thing, how much I love you
And it hurts to see, see you cryin'
I believe we can make it through the winds of change
God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that's not defined
And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change
Though I walk through the valley of darkness
I am not afraid
Cause I know I'm not alone
And if the wind blows east, would you follow me
And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course
And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess
And if it blows to the south, would you count me out
And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine
And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away
Would you say I do, if I say I'll be
And walk this road through life with me
You know I love youuuuuu
On this lonely road of faith
She's got legs
She knows how to use them
She never begs
She knows how to choose them
She's holdin' legs
Wonderin' how to feel them
Would you get behind them?
If you could only find them
She's my baby
She's my baby
Yeah, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Alright
She's got hair
Down to her fanny
She's kinda jet set
Try undo her panties
Every time she's dancin'
She knows what to do
Everybody wants to see
To see if she can use it
She's so fine
She's all mine
Girl, you got it right
So right
You got it right
Alright
[Incomprehensible]
She's got legs
She knows how to use them
She never begs
She knows how to choose them
She's got a dime
All of the time
Stays out at night movin'
Through time
Oh, I want her
So, I got to have her
That girl's alright
She's alright
She's alright
Right, right, right, girl
Baby, alright
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