Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy... cowboy Well I'm packin up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin chillin the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the teajuna... I wanna roam Find the old town chillin fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy And I'm headin out west sucker...because I wanna be a Cowboy baby With the top let back and 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 (whistling) like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me Cowboy baby With the top let back and 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 slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass And 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, and paint his wife white, uh 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 and 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 "Suck My Dick" I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin until it falls into motion Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and 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 and the sunshine shinin Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy Hollywood and Vine Devil Without A Cause Devil Without A Cause You knew that I was comin 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 comin 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 gonna 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 sellout, 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 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 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 flow 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 goin platinum I'm goin Platinum I'm goin Platinum We're goin platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's claimin 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 bomb and 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 they're 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 floozies, 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 parots that like to squak 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 to shout 7 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 goin platinum I'm goin platinum I'm goin platinum We're goin platinum Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 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 run through town like I'm goin through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me cash...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash Highest voice like Aaron Nevelle 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 goin platinum I Am The Bullgod I Am The Bullgod 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 Carhartt flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hangin 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 ol pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean And a 12 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 Said I'm trippin 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 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 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 got 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 I ain't nothin Yeah 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 poppin 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 I see through you Wasting Time Wasting Time 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 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna 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 in 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 H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna 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 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' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna 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...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School) Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School) It ain't nothing but a party hey 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 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' emcee 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 emcee when I learned to talk Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat emcees 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 roll twirl like a ballarena, I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little underage 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 bass go boom...boom...boom ba 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 astronaut (or 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 to the 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 it'll make ya fat I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognac (sp?) 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 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 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 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 ca-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 Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Dude you're outta your fucking mind Everybody got the job you're all hired I Got One For Ya I Got One For Ya 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 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 ? this is your shot I got one for ya ? this is your shot Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy Yeah, lay it down brother Lay it down with a baby Lay it down with a baby 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 I got one for ya ? this is your shot I got one for ya ? 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 (Robert Bradley just doin' his thang) I like that Somebody's Gotta Feel This Somebody's Gotta Feel This I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides G-rides with a hundred spokes to match We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing I wanna twang like Hang...rock like roll Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I never had a lot of money never made much sense Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed He's rockin' dickie's slippin lickin' honey's steady Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold Told my soul to glow it said get up and go And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me 'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because Somebody's gotta feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Feel this Fist Of Rage Fist Of Rage Gotta make this money and I make this money This money is me this money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave I can't believe, this whole world twisted me You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking 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 (sp?) 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 tricks And the sickos...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 in 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 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 it...?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 I'm a fist of rage Only God Knows Why Only God Knows Why I've been sittin' here tryin' to find myself I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback They say that every man bleeds just like me I feel like number one, yet I'm last in line I watch my youngest son and it helps to pass the time I take to many pills...it helps to ease the pain I made a couple dollar bills, still i feel the same Everybody knows my name, say it way out loud a lotta folks fuck with me, its hard to hang out in crowds i guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like I am outstretched hands and one night stands, still i cant find love and when your walls come tumblin' down, i will always be around ...yea anyone and now... and when your walls come tumblin' down, I will always be around people don't know about the things I say or do they don't understand about the shit that I've been through it's been so long since I've been home I've been gone I've been gone for way to long maybe i forgot all the things id miss oh somehow i know there's more to life then this i said it too many times and i still stand firm you get what you put in, and people get what deserve still i ain't seen mine no i ain't seen mine I've been givin' just ain't been gettin' I've been walkin back that line so I think ill keep on walkin with my head held high ill keep movin' on and only god knows why only god.. only god.. only god knows why only god knows...why why why why only god knows why take it to the devil, hey wont you take me to the river hey hey hey hey hey.... Fuck Off Fuck Off A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa fuckin puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin' I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy 5 And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm taking Rock from SoHo to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't ???? we're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight 'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school F*ck Off Where U At Rock Where U At Rock HUH I grew up 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 you don't stop 3 4 and you don't quit 1 2 and you 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 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 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 Black Chick, White Guy Black Chick, White Guy Black chick white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tale Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th 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 (sp?) 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 bullshit 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' after lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came ?I'm pregnant? Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff 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 whiteaccent 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 ooh Lord We got one now that we can't afford But she convinced she could handle two Said I want your child or I'm 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 chick 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 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' I'm still standin' Intro (History Of Rock) Intro (History Of Rock) Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo Michigan 1985 Several years ago Deep on the West side of Detroit I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by night But still the force was not complete That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock Others had doubts of the lad because he was white But i knew what time it was So i put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....fuck off! This is the History Of Rock American Bad Ass American Bad Ass Yeah And I've 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 and true 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 cut!!!!! I like AC/DC and ZZ Top Moiphus, 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 gave away I dont play with ass 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 cut!!!!!! 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 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 Full sack to share Bringin flash and flare 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 Oklaholma So fuck highschool I pissed on my daploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause im the shit shit shit shit 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 that's where I'm at Prodigal Son Prodigal Son Cuz growin up I was never the logical one packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 working like a bitch like a god damn tank some disagree because me rents had bank but all that's gold don't always glitter so I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme blow all my cash on cheap women and wine cause money, money, money ain't shit to me but I gotta make a lot just to be free Please God Please I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off there's too much hardship there's too much pain there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride but parasites can't fake the Rock and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot cause I hold key to my own success and suckers that step shall be put to rest yes, I hold the key to my own success and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, so pass the buddha the fucking tie hooter and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. not a generic dime a dozen M.C. never was in a posse never wanted to be now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, but life keeps going on and on and on and on the world's end don't worry me and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin fussin with the girls they waste my time thrashin and bashin going out of my mind crucified by the critics everyday cause I ain't really got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper but only at night because I'm a day tripper twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack but still life goes on visions of red shoot through my head and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead. Paid Paid 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, come on, come on 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) 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 yall 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.... Abortion Abortion 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 And dreamin' like a lonley 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've been missin' you I've never heard you cry I've never seen you why 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 Ive done I'm dieing in the shadows of this man I've never seen I'll see you soon Now wheres 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 Its God himself in a jar 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 heyaaaaa You got me, sad and lonely But I'm me, me You know you make me so lonely I am so lonely 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 And I will prey and then I'll cry I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back 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 bro, 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 (x2) 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 dont stop I Wanna Go Back (x3) 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 (x3) Let it ride, let it ride way back, uh-huh Ya Keep On Ya Keep On 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 dont call me Joe Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow I can battle rap, and all that other crap So if ya dont 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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 Ya keep on, ya keep on Fuck That Fuck That I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet -- so all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!" And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex -- but in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like *SNIFFFFFF* Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I see lights in my sights but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong -- say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like {*guitar riff*} And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! Fuck U Blind Fuck U Blind 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... (Chorus)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... (Chorus)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 Huh cuz I love women ones who chill drink and laugh But if your fake ho don't ever cross my muther fuckin path Born To Be A Hick Born To Be A Hick 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 My Oedipus Complex My Oedipus Complex 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 Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Roving Gangster (Rollin') Roving Gangster (Rollin') 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 E.M.S.P. E.M.S.P. 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 the 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 yeah 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 cutty it with the high pro gloss 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 With the boogie drama Warm Winter Warm Winter Ha 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 Only God Knows Why Only God Knows Why (Live from Saturday Night Live) Performed on May 20, 2000 Verse 1 Refrain Verse 2 Verse 3 I've been sittin' here Tryin' to find myself I need to get behind myself I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the payback Listen for the playback And they say that every man bleeds just like me And I feel like number one Even when I'm last in line I watch my youngest son It helps to pass the time I take too many pills Tryin' to ease the pain I made a bunch a dollar bills But still I act the same Everybody knows my name They say it way out loud People try to comfort me But it's hard to hang out in a crowd I guess that's the price you pay To be some big star like I am Outstretched hands and one night stands But still I can't find love No, I can't find love Can't find love When it all comes tumbling down I will still be hangin' 'round People don't know about the things i say and do They don't understand, all the hard times i've been through Its been so long Since i've been home Lord you know it, I've been gone for much too long Maybe I forgot all the things I miss In my heart I know there's gotta be more to life than this More to life than this Hey-Ye this When it all comes tumbling down I will still be hangin' 'round I said it so many times And I still stand firm You get what you put in, givin' these people what they deserve Givin' 'em what they deserve Still I ain't seen lights For the days and nights My life's a stage for the flashy lights People talk about me But I don't cry I just keep walking with my head held high I can't lose it all But only God knows Only God knows, why Only God knows why Why, why, why Only God knows why Why, why, why Dark and Grey Dark and Grey 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 Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Voice Talking: 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 A delicious break from potatoes Genuine Article Genuine Article 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 Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done Cramp Ya Style Cramp Ya Style 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) Cramp your style (cramp your style...cramp your style) New York's Not My Home New York's Not My Home Burnin Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no... Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at 25th Just a little too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home In the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag I'm seein freaks, and also fags I see a set of nice legs within in my site But it's a fuckin transvestite Walkin in the daylight Now I'm trippin and I'm like blown But I take another sip and say to each his own He'd get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone Cause New York's Not My Home Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin Has got your girl jockin Take a chill pill young man, close your flap Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin back to back With a track, uh, thats just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only 19, and my name ain't Wilbur But I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver I don't dress up, or try to look pretty Instead I rock the house in every major city From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali I get down and I yodle in the valley Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones Cause New Yorks Not My Home Eigth ave in the 40 deuce, it's like a freak show A lot of hookers try to pop that weak, so I walk with a limp when I pimp through Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew It's pickin up, ill check this fact These Mother Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac Conjested, overcrowded, cya I'm gone Cause New York's Not My Home Super Rhyme Maker Super Rhyme Maker Bonnie shades And a high top fade So low you know on the mic with no aid You didn't think in a blink no way That I'd make the grade But now you say I use to go to school with him I use to go to dot dot bim I use to know his older brother I use to be his eighth 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 a 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 low Just like Jock Custoe And blow Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go It's to plain Kid Rock's the name And I run my game From Frisco to Maine Never fell in love Cause I'm a girl heartbreaker But still I built my skills and I'm the Cause I'm the Super Rhyme Maker Come on, Yeah Sup...Sup..Sup Super Rhyme Maker Come on, Yeah (Come On) Super Ryhme...Rhyme (Come On) Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme (Come On, Come On) Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme (Come On, Come On, Come On) Rhyme Maker 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 Cause 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 things Mostly because I'm not an MC faker And the rest because I'm the Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker Come On Yeah Sup...Sup...Sup Alright cut it Sup...Sup...Sup Super Rhyme Maker Come On Yeah Sup...Sup...Sup...Sup Super Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme Rhyme...Rhyme Maker With A One-Two With A One-Two Never thought about the other side, oh no It was always lets go try to pull some hoes And I pulled 'em like a tow-truck Since I was a young buck Guaranteed the hoes always got fucked With a one-two and all that good shit I never flipped or tripped or got pussy whipped Cause I'm K-K-K-K Kid Rock motherfucker You wanna piece of me You're just another sucker But oh well you don't bother me none Cause me and your girl have lots of fun You know the one that looks like a model Sucks on my nuts like a baby on a milk bottle Not cause I make her, I wouldn't make her But cause I mack her right, she loves me all night With a one-two and all that good shit With a one-two I take another sip With a one-two and I'll rock this party With a one-two ya better ask somebody Get down girl and read my mind And you'll see that it's focused on your behind You gotta lotta class and don't mind me askin But can I go up in your fat ass And just pump, pump, pump What's next? check your money It's scum and its time to jet You bet she'll be into it more On the bed the steps and the kitchen floor You like the way the K-I- Did it like I said I Would, could, should I do it good In your neighborhood On your fuckin block Cause I'm the coooool the Kid Rock Kid Rock, Kid Kid Rock, Kid Kid Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock Make it nasty Hoes talk the same shit Ya dress like a slob But bitches still give a good blow-job Up come my drawers and it's goodbye The Kid Rock's just got to fly Cause it's 1-9-9-0 Time to fuck hoes But before ya goin put Jimmy in a lambskin And we could bump all night you bet So get set to jet and go get wet Come on outta your girdle and slacks And I'll shine that booty like turtle wax With a one-two and all that good shit With a one-two I take another sip With a one-two and I'll rock this party With a one-two ya better ask somebody Bitch Wax The Booty Wax The Booty Voice Talking: 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? Girl: Yep Voice Talking: Guarenteed Girl: Yep 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 garentee 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, thats not the way to win it Cause it is not the length of your wond 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 Voice Talking: Yeah, but you...you know...you know what I'm sayin. What kind of popsicle you like? Girl: What kind of popsicle? Voice Talkng: Yeah Girl: Don't matter Voice Talkng: Huh? Girl: It don't matter Voice Talking: It don't matter? Girl: Nope Voice Talking: So what, you gonna do that to mine, ain't you? Girl: Nope Voice Talking: 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. You know? That would be kind of sweet, wouldn't it? Pimp Of The Nation Pimp Of The Nation 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 Peace Abdul Jabar Cut Abdul Jabar Cut Uh Kick on back to the rap I format When its through what you do is just play it back Rewind it Find it That's how I designed it And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it And grind on it I mean push and bump Cause it's 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'd up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Yeah...Yeah Streets of Romeo Mt. Clemens Detroit All over Now people always me and KDC 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 Cause 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 cause 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 Okay...Yeah Like I said Top Dog One, two, to the three And we always come back for more 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 cause my rap's made of brick And it sticks Kicks Hits And uplifts At shows, it flows but never drifts It's too swift and moves with quickness Top Dog 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's up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Okay...Yeah Get down Come back The black man from New Jersey KDC Kid Rock It's the crew right here Bitch Now Patty keep it going with the guitar Yeah, all you punk ass bitches Hahahaha 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 This ain't no joke Yo this is the mother fuckin east side Detroit is in this mother fucker Uh haha Yo the black man From parts unknown Can you dig it You Bitch Yeah...Yeah For the ninties...Hoe Step In Stride Step In Stride 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 Applied...plied...plied...plied The Upside The Upside 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 Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh Style Of X-Pression Style Of X-Pression 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 Come...come...come...come together Trippin' Over A Rock Trippin' Over A Rock People like the way my style is rollin The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin I¡¯m not bullshittin Heres how im hittin Funkin it up more than George Clinton Swingin, and bringin in a new format A new breed indeed and I'm sure of that I'll impress the best, I won't rest the best Cause I'm blessed and I just won't settle for less Yes the kid who gets the crowd up The one with the hair that stands straight up People look and stare in shock Trippin' over a Rock Trippin' over a Rock Chased and chased and chased, but never close to caught And the skills I filled were all self taught With so many styles on each panfulls And they hit ya like a fifth a jack daniels As the girls admire the way I aspire To move higher and build my own empire Not a liar, I tell no lies So hey girl you can trust these blue eyes But don't get me wrong I get wicked Shake that ass in my face and I'll stick it Hit it, get wit it Knock it out the box Trippin over a rock Trippin over a rock A genuine badman Like Yosemite Sam man I c-c-c-can rock the land And bring a new swing and sensation To represent the next generation So slack up, you better back up Come the score and you leave in a jigsaw Fuck with me With no doubt I'll put my foot in your ass and won't pull it out I'll go deep in I won't weaken Guarenteed to keep the house leapin Girls flockin guys Try to to cockblock Cause everybody's Trippin Over A Rock Fred Fred 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 religous for me Killin Brain Cells Killin Brain Cells 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 And if I played the harmonica I'd probably blow it like this... Prodigal Son Prodigal Son Cuz growin up I was never the logical one packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 working like a bitch like a god damn tank some disagree because me rents had bank but all that's gold non't always glitter so I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme blow all my cash on cheap women and wine cause money, money, money ain't shit to me but I gotta make a lot just to be free Please God Please I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off there's too much hardship there's too much pain there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride but parasites can't fake the Rock and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot cause I hold key to my own success and suckers that step shall be put to rest yes, I hold the key to my own success and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. not a generic dime a dozen M.C. never was in a posse never wanted to be now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, but life keeps going on and on and on and on the world's end don't worry me and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin fussin with the girls they waste my time thrashin and bashin going out of my mind crucified by the critics everyday cause I ain't really got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper but only at night because I'm a day tripper twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack but still life goes on visions of red shoot through my head and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead. The Cramper The Cramper Have you ever known a free lancer Thinks that he's a camper Known around my way as the cramper Like P.M.S. always pokin' But he won't go away with a little Motrin Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder The worms kinda like i guess a modern day Felix Unger When ya first meet em ya think he's O.K. But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way Hear say here I say thru the grapevine He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line Just like a little fuckin fag He always wants to get high but never has a bag Never works says he can't find the right job Ain't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad He's the dampest there's no one damp Huh huh.... he's the muther fuckin cramper Now the crampers red, there's no one redder, He rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater He's sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer U come home he's at your house drinkin your last beer Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him always wearin out his mother fuckin welcome And then sporty's never that cautious he sips from your forty and he always backwashes Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it He's the dampest, there's no one damper Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin cramper 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) 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 yall 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.... I Am The Bullgod I Am The Bullgod 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 ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 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' Said I'm trippin' 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 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 got 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 I ain't nothing Yeah 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 I see through you Fuck U Blind Fuck U Blind 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... (Chorus)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... (Chorus)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 Huh cuz I love women ones who chill drink and laugh But if your fake ho don't ever cross my muther fuckin path Deperate-Rado Deperate-Rado 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 (Chorus)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 (Chorus II)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... (Chorus III)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 A desperate rado baddest one you ever saw Back From The Dead Back From The Dead 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 Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat My Oedipus Complex My Oedipus Complex 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 Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Balls In Your Mouth Balls In Your Mouth 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 sould 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 (Chorus) 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 teh sieling thinking about this chick I just met's got my balls in her mouth (Chorus) 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 "Fuck you bitch, u had my balls in your mouth!" Rollin' On The Island Rollin' On The Island 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 guarenteed everytime 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 Detriot) 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'ma wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and i'ma 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 subberbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it hang Born and raised in the E.D. so i'ma let cha know Is that wrong i stand strong and i'ma 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 (here in Detroit) Rain Check Rain Check You know how it is Some guys just gotta make time to get their rocks off no matter what I'm like that Tearin up pussy every where i go I'm Kid mother fuckin Rock so what's up hoe? You wanna get fucked by me dick mick dangles Then drop your funky drawers straight down to your ancles And swing that big ass in my direction For a little safe sex for the inspection Cause though i'm mackin hoe's like Jyro Mackson I'm learnin real quick gotta wrap my johnson But just insace i hope your on the pill Cause i been known to ride a pussy like bad boy Bill And i hate to spill, or raise the stakes And nutin all up in your shit if my rubber breaks Now my dick rocks when i'm lickin all that gin So spread your phony legs and let the games begin Wait, hold up bitch, say what's with the bad cough I see ya right away, i think i'm gonna go jack off Trippin With Dick Vitale Trippin With Dick Vitale 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." Assholes are only assholes, fo sho' T.V. Dinner T.V. Dinner Someone channel surfin: Channel 1: Where'd ya get the beauty scar tough guy, eatin pussy Channel 2: Yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty, no-no baby, baby, baby Channel 3: This guy is really hot Channel 4: Gosh it's hot Channel 5: It looks and feels natural, just like a part of you Channel 6: The trouble with you is, your alergic to motown bellisle, bellisle Channel 7: LSD Channel 8: Man, it's a real shame when people be throwin away a perfecty good white bot like that Pancake Breakfast Pancake Breakfast 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 birthdate 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 but I don't let bullshit spoil my high Blow Me Blow Me 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 And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10 In So Deep In So Deep 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 so all I'm doing's passing time before I die U Don't Know Me U Don't Know Me 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 step 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... And u don't know me. Intro (Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp) 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. Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp 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 the 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 cutty with the high pro gloss 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 With the boogie drama Paid Paid 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, come on, come on I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back 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 (x2) 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 (x3) 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 (x3) Let it ride, let it ride way back, uh-huh Live Live 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 When your in the fuckin house with Kid Rock Detroit Thang Detroit Thang 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 It's a Detroit thing Ya Keep On Ya Keep On 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 Ya keep on, ya keep on Shotgun Blast Shotgun Blast 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 People dying from theses shotgun blasts Freestyle Rhyme Freestyle Rhyme 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 don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 rhymes Classic Rock Classic Rock 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 her Big fat dick up in your booty, oh goody If your a freaky hoe, well do the backdoor boody Bitch don't need your front You'de shit your pants if I licked your cunt Fuckin in the can, fuckin in the showers I got more hoes then my man Ed Powers I wont send flowers at the fuckin (???) You can bet your ass I'll be screaming (???) I don't really need to be tied down I'm a rancid man and I'll slap the bells When I was on the hunt rippin hoes apart And I fuck so hard I make their pussy fart Do the hip-hip-hop yep it don't stop I'm back, bitch, with the Classic Rock (???) Now if you wanna be fucked then step up, bitch I'm gonna pack my dick all up in your shit Now I don't like rubbers, they hold me back Instead a hoe like (???) would rock that back I wont cut slack for the stuck up hoes Here, my prime turn up their nose Slimmy on a slit, try to tell me how to shake An' when I trop my drawers and shove up my dick Huh, you know thats true I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew Got a hole Nig Sue in one dang pants Fucked em both at the same time Playin shows, fuckin hoes Got the dope in my veins and up my nose I want some hoes I can mack on Kid Rock, an' 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, because I'm back with the Classic Rock You put my balls in your mouth, and you don't stop You put my balls in your mouth My Name Is ROCK My Name Is ROCK Fly with new blast, get gas Kid Rock some folks thought i'd flew right past Faded fast, ran outta gas Here i come again, all back in that ass No questions, i tell no lies Rely Kid Rock is on the rise Like a sky scraper I'm back like smack, and so are the vapors And the papers, cause i'm gonna rhyme Right, jump right back up into the lime light And i'm rackin my brain where the pain was No i got more soul than the train does Mid western funkin, car pumpin from the amps in the trunk and Ya cant stop this boy, this time I'm the real macoy And you know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock (7x) So hey punk, feel the funk Feel the wrath of the rock Non stop, i got a glock in my pants I don't dance, i sit around I don't sip 40's, i pound I been around too long, commin too strong Kid Rock got it goin on See me, see you, see through, emcee's who knew Fly like the wind, i hang like a hinge Been gone like rhymes on a drinkin binge So don't cringe at the sight of Rock Ya wanna fight the rock, ya gotta fight this glock And you can say my beats are fake But it don't mean shit when your gettin paid Hip-Hop, the jam don't stop You know My name is Rock (7x) I'm the D to the O, P to the D O to the straight up G see I been around like Jesus layin tracks But i had to come back, i had to come back Back from the dead, enough said Still trippin like Fred Be red, ya got a head full of holes I got a head full of bowls I'm the K-I straight from the D, punk From the home of the B funk Aint no frontin here, i wont disapear I'll be around next year I'm the Jiffymack In the rack, writin off for some ify crack Last year, this year it's all the same But you know my name is Rock You know My name is Rock (8x) K-I-D's the name Where U At Rock Where U At Rock 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 Where you at rock where you at Krack Rocks Krack Rocks 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 Cause a Detroit party don't stop The Prodigal Son Returns The Prodigal Son Returns 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 Golf and you Caddy Cause you got about as much flavor as a fuckin rice patty Babe, ahh don't quit your day job This might sound way odd 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 in 2 With 1 putt I'm 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 45 And all that jive your preachin, it's borin I'll save 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 Black Chick, White Guy Black Chick, White Guy Black chick white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tail Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th 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 bullshit 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 9th grade came, I'm pregnant Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff 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 chic 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 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 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' I'm still standin' Outro (Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp) 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 Forever Forever I'm back (back) the fog is lifted The earth has shifted and raised the gifted You knew I'd be back so pack your bone And hit the road jack cuz daddy's home With the funky hot riffs Thick like Al Rocker Pumpin out hits Gettin chips like Oprah Bitch I told ya Do not hate Or question the music I make I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than 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 cuz 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 back pack Forget all that I'm still singing And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin Thought I got dusty Thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rick 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 than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kind of music I make I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than 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 black hat is back in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm Still misbehavin Finger in the air and the flag still wavin Young crones don't test the boss Cuz 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 flips 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 Can't say that kid Fuck off I just did Watch me twirl like earl the pearl Or just keep on kid rocking in the free world I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than 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 Punk rock Forever Hip hop Forever Southern rock Forever Kid rock Punk rock Forever Hip hop Forever Southern rock Forever Kid rock Forever Higher Higher And if you feel it Then let me know it Show it Here's your chance, don't blow it I got game to player, now watch me throw it I feel we owe it to the people on the real side To collide styles because it seems real music died We got pride in the city Detroit Kid Rock and Bradley baby, umph now it's the real joint And when it hits like a fist from Joe Louis Trying to get higher than it will just blow through us I heard lightning I heard thunder I saw the river about to blow I saw faces So many places Wondering where I got to go Feel like I got to find Some kind of piece of mind Where I can rest my aching soul Take me higher Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher Were going higher baby Set me soul Come on, come on, come on, come on On fire Were going way up to stay up Way up Come on, come on, come on, come one Higher Higher baby A little higher Come on, come on, come on, come on Were going way up to stay up I heard stories I got older Wonder if I could believe But I take what Take me higher Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher Were going higher baby Set me soul Come on, come on, come on, come on On fire Were going way up to stay up Way up Come on, come on, come on, come one Higher Higher baby A little higher Come on, come on, come on, come on Were going way up to stay up You give a brother Wonder if I really need But I know that Gone tomorrow I'm gonna reach a higher spot Show me that fire Take me higher Somehow I got to breathe Come on Take me higher Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher Were going higher baby Set me soul Come on, come on, come on, come on On fire Were going way up to stay up Way up Come on, come on, come on, come one Higher Higher baby A little higher Come on, come on, come on, come on Higher Were going way up to stay up Uh A little higher A little fire Take me up And if you feel it in your toes and it won't stop And if it's deep in your soul then you can't stop And if you know what I know, then you won't stop Were going way up, way up, way up, way up... Stay Up Tear it up Come on, come on, come on, come on Tear it up Set my soul Come on, come on, come on, come on On fire Were going way up to stay up Tear it up Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher A little higher Come on, come on, come on, come on Were going way up to stay up Oh ho Fuck... that Come on Higher than love Way up, way up, way up Set my soul... on fire Come on Yeah, come on Uh, yeah Higher... Yeah Higher... Come on Yeah Cocky Cocky Guess who's back? haha I used to be broke, confused..no joke Got used, smoked dope, paid dues Refused to give up quick, Now theres 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 uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, 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 aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, cadilacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid western hoes Dont 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 aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint 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 Bently? 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 gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' number 15 million sold motherfucker They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up What I Learned Out On The Road What I Learned Out On The Road 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 Let me show you what I learned out on the road Trucker Anthem Trucker Anthem 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 Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Lay It On Me Lay It On Me Lay it on me King Cowboy baby, you know my credits Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it Regret it? (Never) Pimpin'? (Forever) Pull more hoe's than the free cash levers So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever You better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city 71 super charged big block hemmy Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hot But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun We're the band that other bands run from Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and lay it on me Lay it on me Baby you got Lay it on me Uhh..just lay it on me Lay it on me Lay it on me Now, people always say I aint livin' right But it aint my fault you misplaced your light Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs 1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs You'll feel the Irish tornado when you spread your legs No need to bag, and don't trail behind me Just step up front a little lady and Lay it on me Lay it on me Baby you got Lay it on me Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me Lay it on me Lay it on me Hey, hey, hey (talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam. We're comin', we're comin', we're comin' Live from Detroit it's Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhyme no beat to bite And to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch I got rich off a keepin' it real While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what While I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers Understand I want peace like Gandi But until that day I'ma walk this way so Lay it on me I'm talkin' all night long Lay it on me Like a bang a gong Lay it on me With AC/DC on From hells bells to the next 9 songs Lay it on me I can love you like that Lay it on me I'd rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me Yeah I can make you shake Slow ride it baby through the piano break Come on, come on, come on So step up front little lady Lay it on me Got to lay it on Lay it on me Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh Ohhhhhh lat it on me You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up Lay it on me I'm Wrong But You Ain't Right I'm Wrong But You Ain't Right 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 *shotgun cocking* 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 *Shotgun cocking* *Shotgun cocking* 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 You aint you aint you aint righhhht Lonely Road Of Faith Lonely Road Of Faith 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 On this lonely road of faith You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me Yep I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I 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 3 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 n 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 2 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 its 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 Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation 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 USA 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 aint ever met and you aint never going meet You never met a ,never met a ,never never never never met a Motherfucker quite like me You aint never met a mother like me Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me (Hey hey) Never met like me, (Hey hey) (Hey dude hey) Never met a mother like me (Come on, hey) And you never, and never gonna never gonna meeeeeet (Hey come on already) You never meeeeeeeet (stop) What? (Dude, theres more to life that just you) hahaha Picture Picture (Featuring Sherly Crow) (Kid Rock) Livin' my life in a slow hell Different girl every night at the hotel I aint seen the sun shine in 3 damn days Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky 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 the day I can't look at you, I'm lyin' next to her I put your picture away, sat down and cried today I can't look at you I'm lyin' next to her (Sherly Crow) I called you lastnight in the hotel Everyone knows but they wont 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 3 damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you been I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him I put your picture away I wonder where you been I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him I saw ya yesterday with an old friend (Kid Rock) It was the same ole same "how have you been" (Both) Since you been gone my worlds been dark & grey (Kid Rock) You reminded me of brighter days (Sheryl Crow) I hoped you were comin' home to stay I was head of the church (Kid Rock) 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 nderstand 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'llc hange 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 I'm A Dog I'm A Dog 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 I'ma dog baby Midnight Train To Memphis Midnight Train To Memphis 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 (David Spade) 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 Walked in a new line back to Memphis. Baby Come Home Baby Come Home I got the I got them love sick blues ya'll Man, I can't find my baby I think she took off with another man I been around the world looking twice You know I checked in New York City On the streets and on the subways And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me I looked out in the Hamptons thought she'd be hangin' with them rich folks But no she wasn't anywhere hangin' on the east coast I wish my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby come home I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home Man you know I love that girl I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia Honey if you hear this, please know I'm looking for ya I checked with all my rebel friends I've looked around for weeks And I swear until I find her I won't eat and I won't sleep I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn't find a damn thing So I looked in California - up and down the coast I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn't even close Never found nothin' So, I came home, home to Detroit City And there she was sittin' on my porch - My baby looked so pretty Now my baby's back home Yea my baby came home Yea my baby's back home I'm so happy that my baby is finally home Bawitdaba Bawitdaba [Chorus fades in] Bawitdaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the boogie-said-up-jump-the-boogie. Bawitaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the boogie-said-up-jump-the-boogie.(5X) My name is Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddd. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddddddddddddd Roooooooock!! Bawitdaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the boogie-said-up-jump-the-boogie. (4x) And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And my heros in the Methodone Clinic All you bastards in the IRS For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the fifths of stress For the hookers all trickin out in Hollywood And for my hoods of the world misunderstood I said it¡¯s all good and it's all in fun So get in the pit and try to love someone Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy (4x) For the timebombs ticking and the heads they hang All the gangs getting money and 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 And for DB Cooper and money he took You can look for answers but that ain't fun Now get in the pit and try to love someone Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy (4x) For the love, and for the hate And for the peace Waaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!! Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy (4x)[Fades out] WSCR WSCR (Featuring Snoop Dogg) 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 Can we do it Drunk In The Morning Drunk In The Morning I wanna make money to take away my problems, But my problems gettin' bigger with the more money I make I wanna find love thats my problem, cause the money makes it hard to tell the real from fake I want to spend time with my son oh every hour But the money and the problems and the women keep me away I wanna be happy for just one hour, but the only time I'm happy anymore is on the stage I get drunk in the morning I dont look for afternoons I dont care if tommorow never comes I been pushed and kicked around it seems my whole life now I'm tired lord I'm so damm tired inside. (I think its time to get it on) So lets rock it with the band turn this shit up to 10 now I got a feeling you been waiting for way to long now And if your looking for a party you came to the right spot So drink it 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the Kid Rock And the band plays And I thank you people for feeling me I'm feeling you too Oh what a ride, its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time now And if you get up get up I wont let you down And when the powder hits the brain, you'll be feelin' it real son I'm talking guitars, car sex and real cheap wine All time and type you let me here it if you want more Lemmie here it if you want more I gota fifth good music if you hold out I'll pour more And I thank you people for feelin' me iam feelin' you too Oh what a ride its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time Now and if you get up get up i wont let you down Get up Get up Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah what a ride and I thank you people thank you