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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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) lyrics - Kid Rock
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'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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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
Desperate-Rado lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - KId Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I've been living a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If you could see what I feel it would make your ghetto look 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 staring at his picture
My heart turns to stone and I think of this
I need somebody wont you help me
I need somebody wont you tell me who I am
You never loved me you never held me tight
Instead you shook me like a beast to wake me up at night
You 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"
You said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
You 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 you so wise
How could you look through my face and not see your own eyes
Do as I say and not as I do
But I can't 'cause when I look in the mirror I see you
And oh the pain how it hurts
It was always your home and your business that came first
You said a man is as good as his word
But your mind was closed and mine never heard
My visions blurred, thoughts obscured
And when my blind was down I strayed from the herd
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree
Look at you then look at me...
You ain't nothing to me you've never been to me
And all you ever gave a damn about was money see
So now fuck you 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 growing 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 talking or having a good time
But understand growing up son I never had a dime
So I worked my ass off and I put myself through college
And everything I have to this day you 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 you resent me so
Son I said I'm sorry and why do you resent me so
I always loved you I always cared for you
Just never wanted you to go through what I've been through
I tried to raise my fucking family just the best I know
And now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know
Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me
I need somebody you must tell me who I am (hey x3)
Tell me who I am(hey x2)
Tell me who I am(I am x2)
Tell me who I am(am x2)
TELL ME!!! tell me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I've been living a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If you could see what I feel it would make your ghetto look 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 staring at his picture
My heart turns to stone and I think of this
I need somebody wont you help me
I need somebody wont you tell me who I am
You never loved me you never held me tight
Instead you shook me like a beast to wake me up at night
You 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"
You said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
You 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 you so wise
How could you look through my face and not see your own eyes
Do as I say and not as I do
But I can't 'cause when I look in the mirror I see you
And oh the pain how it hurts
It was always your home and your business that came first
You said a man is as good as his word
But your mind was closed and mine never heard
My visions blurred, thoughts obscured
And when my blind was down I strayed from the herd
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree
Look at you then look at me...
You ain't nothing to me you've never been to me
And all you ever gave a damn about was money see
So now fuck you 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 growing 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 talking or having a good time
But understand growing up son I never had a dime
So I worked my ass off and I put myself through college
And everything I have to this day you 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 you resent me so
Son I said I'm sorry and why do you resent me so
I always loved you I always cared for you
Just never wanted you to go through what I've been through
I tried to raise my fucking family just the best I know
And now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know
Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me
I need somebody you must tell me who I am (hey x3)
Tell me who I am(hey x2)
Tell me who I am(I am x2)
Tell me who I am(am x2)
TELL ME!!! tell me
Balls In Your Mouth lyrics - Kid Rock
Cruisin' thru town in my jacked up truck
eyes open cuz I'm scopin' for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth
Now get, get with it looked across the street
I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat
rolled up on the freak and I started to speak
But before I could talk she go grabbed my dick
licked her lips and started talkin that porno shit
She said look here I know you're Kid Rock
then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallow your cock"
Well blow me up and then blow me down
cuz I think i just found the biggest freak in town
And now I can't wait to get her back to my house
set her down on her knees and put my balls in her mouth
[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 the cceiling 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!"
eyes open cuz I'm scopin' for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth
Now get, get with it looked across the street
I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat
rolled up on the freak and I started to speak
But before I could talk she go grabbed my dick
licked her lips and started talkin that porno shit
She said look here I know you're Kid Rock
then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallow your cock"
Well blow me up and then blow me down
cuz I think i just found the biggest freak in town
And now I can't wait to get her back to my house
set her down on her knees and put my balls in her mouth
[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 the cceiling 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 lyrics - Kid Rock
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang
But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock i love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting
Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so i'm lookin
And i gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed every time we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
You'll never see me in Thyland
But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'm a wreck from the start to end
But gimme brew and gimme that and i'm a do you in
You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow
To a track layed back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and im a let it hang
Born and raised in the E.D. so i'm a let cha know
Is that wrong i stand strong and i'm a getto bro
Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep
No fuckin Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue
You think i'm jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops
When they come i'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
Now Prince Vince i remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do i make myself understood?
Yeah, i put you on them black hoes
They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes
People dont know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still down in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use
And light my infared dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red
Your runnin around with a string of chicks
Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
Straight G's from the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like that
I'm kickin a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back
Back in the day's to the late 80's
When i dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's
And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the jealous niggers trying to tell us
Slangin aint the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, i got a pocket full of lint
Too much late former rate, and i gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the comosat
Now can i keep my style and get wild?
Me, Kid Rock and Wes Chill, just coolin on the island
It's like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better pack your back
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
I got my Harley on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin straight 7 so what up?
Like Bush Wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause i'm the best mother fucker from this time
For breakfast i snort cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin signs is what i'm sowin
I'm the hoe and i'm knowin the mind blowin home growin
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know i fry quick
Gettin lit when i be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's what the Kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and
chackin cause you know i am a
Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock
in the gutter on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang
But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock i love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting
Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so i'm lookin
And i gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed every time we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
You'll never see me in Thyland
But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'm a wreck from the start to end
But gimme brew and gimme that and i'm a do you in
You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow
To a track layed back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and im a let it hang
Born and raised in the E.D. so i'm a let cha know
Is that wrong i stand strong and i'm a getto bro
Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep
No fuckin Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue
You think i'm jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops
When they come i'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
Now Prince Vince i remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do i make myself understood?
Yeah, i put you on them black hoes
They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes
People dont know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still down in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use
And light my infared dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red
Your runnin around with a string of chicks
Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
Straight G's from the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like that
I'm kickin a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back
Back in the day's to the late 80's
When i dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's
And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the jealous niggers trying to tell us
Slangin aint the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, i got a pocket full of lint
Too much late former rate, and i gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the comosat
Now can i keep my style and get wild?
Me, Kid Rock and Wes Chill, just coolin on the island
It's like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better pack your back
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
I got my Harley on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin straight 7 so what up?
Like Bush Wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause i'm the best mother fucker from this time
For breakfast i snort cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin signs is what i'm sowin
I'm the hoe and i'm knowin the mind blowin home growin
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know i fry quick
Gettin lit when i be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's what the Kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and
chackin cause you know i am a
Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock
in the gutter on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
Rain Check lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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'
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
[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 lyric - Kid Rock
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
my problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
got the same birth date as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
some say I can't flow but muther fucker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother fuckin name
bitch u know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
cuz I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
and I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
but most just call me when they wanna get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid muther fucker
it's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny muther fucker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
and I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp cuz I pimp like a pro
and if ya dis me punk I'll fuck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
and it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
and just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
Cuz it's blackjack and I got two aces
been many places seen many faces
and everywhere I go people wanna jive
so I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
to the beat y'all and I won't stop
and I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
but I don't let bullshit spoil my high
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
my problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
got the same birth date as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
some say I can't flow but muther fucker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother fuckin name
bitch u know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
cuz I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
and I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
but most just call me when they wanna get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid muther fucker
it's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny muther fucker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
and I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp cuz I pimp like a pro
and if ya dis me punk I'll fuck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
and it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
and just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
Cuz it's blackjack and I got two aces
been many places seen many faces
and everywhere I go people wanna jive
so I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
to the beat y'all and I won't stop
and I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
but I don't let bullshit spoil my high
Blow Me lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
my flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
and that all might be true
but it did not happen overnight
so let me tell my tale to you
It started out when I was six just tellin' dirty jokes
my mother overheard and washed my mouth out with soap
Now as I grew I always knew what it was for me to do
never front just be blunt and always tell the truth
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy like a dog chasin it's tail
and by the time I turned of legal age I'd probably be in jail
In school my teachers thought I was just a foul mouthed freak
now their yearly salary is what I make in just one week
So to thepeople who used to say u think u know it all
maybe I do and maybe I don't but right now I'm standin tall...
And u don't know me
It's funny how one kid can cause so much confusion
Parents should be happy I'm the dop their kids are using
Now some people think this business is all fame and glory
but there's a flip side to that truth so let me kick my story
It took me oh so long to reach the point I'm at
Every time I take one stip forward they push me two steps back
I give an inch they take a mile some try to cramp my style
they try to diss they shoot they miss
I walk off with a smile
But time will pass and I'll out last anyone who doubts me
and the booty naked truth is u don't know shit about me
So when I'm in your town to nearst mic please kindly show me
so u can see what's really me and find out u don't know me
Cuz u don't know me
Now u might wanna party man so here's your party jam
Hey girly in that skirt I want u just like Uncle Sam
Let's knock boots, let's knock boots right down to the nitty gritty
with every drind 'n every blink u seem to get more pretty
So out the bar straight to my car now what's left to do
she was sayin I love u so I said yeah I love you to
(Ha!)
Next day I awoke I almost choked
who's bringin me inside,
my head was ringin' heard people singin' "here comes the bride"
Thinkin just what was I drinkin as I looked around to see
the girl I met last night was at the alter waitin on me
Next thing I know I'm face to face with holy matrimony
looked at that bitch and I quick screamiN'
u don't know me...She didn't know me
Girls around this country think I'm nasty think I'm sexist
but they bought my first L.P.
u know-Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast
Sayin ooh your this and oooh your that uh uh uh hold up cutie
What's your favorite song off that L.P.
"Ah, Wax that Booty"
A lesson taught, I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny
but close minded people thought I was only out to make money
But check on back cuz it's a fact obscenity is no new thing
remember Chuck Berry and when he sang My Ding A Ling
But for me I feel what I see and I say just what I feel
and in this world everything I see u know is all too real
Even though I don't look the same cuz I cut off my flat top
I'll always say just what I feel cuz that's the real Kid Rock...
And u don't know me.
my flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
and that all might be true
but it did not happen overnight
so let me tell my tale to you
It started out when I was six just tellin' dirty jokes
my mother overheard and washed my mouth out with soap
Now as I grew I always knew what it was for me to do
never front just be blunt and always tell the truth
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy like a dog chasin it's tail
and by the time I turned of legal age I'd probably be in jail
In school my teachers thought I was just a foul mouthed freak
now their yearly salary is what I make in just one week
So to thepeople who used to say u think u know it all
maybe I do and maybe I don't but right now I'm standin tall...
And u don't know me
It's funny how one kid can cause so much confusion
Parents should be happy I'm the dop their kids are using
Now some people think this business is all fame and glory
but there's a flip side to that truth so let me kick my story
It took me oh so long to reach the point I'm at
Every time I take one stip forward they push me two steps back
I give an inch they take a mile some try to cramp my style
they try to diss they shoot they miss
I walk off with a smile
But time will pass and I'll out last anyone who doubts me
and the booty naked truth is u don't know shit about me
So when I'm in your town to nearst mic please kindly show me
so u can see what's really me and find out u don't know me
Cuz u don't know me
Now u might wanna party man so here's your party jam
Hey girly in that skirt I want u just like Uncle Sam
Let's knock boots, let's knock boots right down to the nitty gritty
with every drind 'n every blink u seem to get more pretty
So out the bar straight to my car now what's left to do
she was sayin I love u so I said yeah I love you to
(Ha!)
Next day I awoke I almost choked
who's bringin me inside,
my head was ringin' heard people singin' "here comes the bride"
Thinkin just what was I drinkin as I looked around to see
the girl I met last night was at the alter waitin on me
Next thing I know I'm face to face with holy matrimony
looked at that bitch and I quick screamiN'
u don't know me...She didn't know me
Girls around this country think I'm nasty think I'm sexist
but they bought my first L.P.
u know-Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast
Sayin ooh your this and oooh your that uh uh uh hold up cutie
What's your favorite song off that L.P.
"Ah, Wax that Booty"
A lesson taught, I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny
but close minded people thought I was only out to make money
But check on back cuz it's a fact obscenity is no new thing
remember Chuck Berry and when he sang My Ding A Ling
But for me I feel what I see and I say just what I feel
and in this world everything I see u know is all too real
Even though I don't look the same cuz I cut off my flat top
I'll always say just what I feel cuz that's the real Kid Rock...
And u don't know me.
Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley lyrics - Kid Rock
[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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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 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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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 eigth grade lover
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot
If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and 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
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 eigth grade lover
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot
If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and 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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
[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:] Guaranteed
[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 guarantee you could get a piece of pussy
But to get it you have to realize
don't brag to the freak about your dick size
Man, that's not the way to win it
Cause it is not the length of your wand its the magic in it
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I got freaks and I wax those booties
[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?
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:] Guaranteed
[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 guarantee you could get a piece of pussy
But to get it you have to realize
don't brag to the freak about your dick size
Man, that's not the way to win it
Cause it is not the length of your wand its the magic in it
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I got freaks and I wax those booties
[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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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 desinged 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
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 desinged 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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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 lyrics - Kid 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
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
Abortion lyrics - Kid Rock
My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
American Bad Ass lyrics - Kid Rock
Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this
Are you scared?
Devil Without A Cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because Only God Knows Why
Why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh, uh, Gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an... American Bad Ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
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 and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at
Hahahaha
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this
Are you scared?
Devil Without A Cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because Only God Knows Why
Why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh, uh, Gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an... American Bad Ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
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 and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at
Hahahaha
Born 2 Be A Hick lyrics - Kid Rock
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand 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 shotgun tokin
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
Ah har
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand 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 shotgun tokin
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
Ah har
Country Boy Can Survive lyrics - Kid Rock
[Originally sung by Hank Williams Jr.]
The preacher man say's it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's going dry
The interest is up, and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town
I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn
We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too
Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn
I had a good friend in N.Y. city
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45
A country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
Were from North California, and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck, and run a trout line
A Country boy can survive
Well a Country boy can survive
Survive
The preacher man say's it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's going dry
The interest is up, and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town
I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn
We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too
Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn
I had a good friend in N.Y. city
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45
A country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
Were from North California, and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck, and run a trout line
A Country boy can survive
Well a Country boy can survive
Survive
Dark & Grey lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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
Forty lyrics - Kid Rock
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
I can't say that I am thrilled
I never dated or known a writer,
I'll probably never will.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Oh, but I'm better of them some,
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-one.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Now all the kids call me old man,
I.. and a freaky...exam.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
But I'm better off than you!
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-two.
Oh right!
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
Well I'm a Peter at Peter Pan,
And sometimes I feel foolish,
I make my living singing in this band.
I guess I'm freaky forty,
Well that's what my momma said,
But Bruce Springsteen is freaky sixty-two
And the Stones are almost dead.
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
I can't say that I am thrilled.
I still have a … cowboy,
I don't need the little blue bills.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
Forty ain't nothing to me,
Well I might be freaky forty,
Hell I'm lying, I'm forty-three!
I can't say that I am thrilled
I never dated or known a writer,
I'll probably never will.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Oh, but I'm better of them some,
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-one.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Now all the kids call me old man,
I.. and a freaky...exam.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
But I'm better off than you!
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-two.
Oh right!
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
Well I'm a Peter at Peter Pan,
And sometimes I feel foolish,
I make my living singing in this band.
I guess I'm freaky forty,
Well that's what my momma said,
But Bruce Springsteen is freaky sixty-two
And the Stones are almost dead.
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
I can't say that I am thrilled.
I still have a … cowboy,
I don't need the little blue bills.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
Forty ain't nothing to me,
Well I might be freaky forty,
Hell I'm lying, I'm forty-three!
Fuck That lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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
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
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
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
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
In Detroit lyrics - Kid Rock
Bad ass on track, the big for trucks
We spend the day on the lining, the nights lit up
We rock blue jeans tees, Old English Ds
So baby you best to believe that’s how we do it in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
We’re the real deal trick, ’bout as real as it gets
We don’t pay that high class Hollywood sh*t
We don’t start drama, but if it’s around,
Say hello to a Motown throw-down in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
Yeah that’s how we do it in the D baby
Blue and gray all the way, and we came to play
So what’s up now dawg?
With the big brown fist, with the “can’t stop soul”
The high, proud city always ready to roll
Get your bunch of data, get to see this through
Cause tough times don’t last, tough ṗeople do
In Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D, D
In Detroit,
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D,
All the time in Detroit
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D
We spend the day on the lining, the nights lit up
We rock blue jeans tees, Old English Ds
So baby you best to believe that’s how we do it in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
We’re the real deal trick, ’bout as real as it gets
We don’t pay that high class Hollywood sh*t
We don’t start drama, but if it’s around,
Say hello to a Motown throw-down in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
Yeah that’s how we do it in the D baby
Blue and gray all the way, and we came to play
So what’s up now dawg?
With the big brown fist, with the “can’t stop soul”
The high, proud city always ready to roll
Get your bunch of data, get to see this through
Cause tough times don’t last, tough ṗeople do
In Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D, D
In Detroit,
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D,
All the time in Detroit
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D
The Midwest Fall lyrics - Kid Rock
Listen to the wind, lonesome is the sound
Blowing in changes and breaking through this town
Listen to the heartbeat, heartland's barely breathing
Hope and faith are still alive but jobs are steady leaving
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
In the days of my youth there was dancing in the streets
Ford was building motorcars and folks were building dreams
'Round the clock, day and night, working hard's a way of life
As I recall
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy watched it burn
We never had a lot, we lived off what we earned
We built the cars and tanks that helped to keep our nation free
And now I can't afford to feed my family
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall, oh, oh yeah
I can't pay my taxes, Lord
I can't afford to feed my kids
I guess I'll stay and ride it out
Because you are so beautiful, yeah
The Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take
The Midwest fall, oh, don't go away
The Midwest fall, dreamin', dreamin'
The Midwest fall, ah, don't go away
It's hard to take, please don't go away you are so beautiful
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
Blowing in changes and breaking through this town
Listen to the heartbeat, heartland's barely breathing
Hope and faith are still alive but jobs are steady leaving
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
In the days of my youth there was dancing in the streets
Ford was building motorcars and folks were building dreams
'Round the clock, day and night, working hard's a way of life
As I recall
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy watched it burn
We never had a lot, we lived off what we earned
We built the cars and tanks that helped to keep our nation free
And now I can't afford to feed my family
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall, oh, oh yeah
I can't pay my taxes, Lord
I can't afford to feed my kids
I guess I'll stay and ride it out
Because you are so beautiful, yeah
The Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take
The Midwest fall, oh, don't go away
The Midwest fall, dreamin', dreamin'
The Midwest fall, ah, don't go away
It's hard to take, please don't go away you are so beautiful
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
Warrior lyrics - Kid Rock
Warrior
Yeah
So don't tell me who's wrong or right when liberty starts slipping away
And if you ain't gonna fight
Get out of the way
Cause freedom ain't so free when breathe red, white, and blue
I'm giving all of myself
Well how bout you
[Chorus]
And they call me warrior
They call me loyalty
And they call me ready to go
Believe and help whenever you need me to be
I'm an American warrior
I'm an American warrior
A citizen soldier, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Citizen soldier [echo]
I never leave another behind
And I will never accept defeat
I'm a soldier in war
Civilian in peace
Cause freedom ain't so free
When you breathe red, white, and blue
I'm giving all of myself
Cause that's what I do
[Chorus]
And they call me warrior
They call me loyalty
And they call me ready go
Believe and help whenever you need to be
I'm an American warrior
Citizen soldier
Yeah
So don't tell me who's wrong or right when liberty starts slipping away
And if you ain't gonna fight
Get out of the way
Cause freedom ain't so free when breathe red, white, and blue
I'm giving all of myself
Well how bout you
[Chorus]
And they call me warrior
They call me loyalty
And they call me ready to go
Believe and help whenever you need me to be
I'm an American warrior
I'm an American warrior
A citizen soldier, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Citizen soldier [echo]
I never leave another behind
And I will never accept defeat
I'm a soldier in war
Civilian in peace
Cause freedom ain't so free
When you breathe red, white, and blue
I'm giving all of myself
Cause that's what I do
[Chorus]
And they call me warrior
They call me loyalty
And they call me ready go
Believe and help whenever you need to be
I'm an American warrior
Citizen soldier
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