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Kid Rock lyrics

Album: Devil Without A Cause [1998]

Tracks14
 01  Bawitdaba
 02  Cowboy
 03  Devil Without A Cause
 04  I Am The Bullgod
 05  Roving Gangster (Rollin')
 06  Wasting Time
 07  Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School)
 08  I Got One For Ya
 09  Somebody's Gotta Feel This
 10  Fist Of Rage
 11  Only God Knows Why
 12  Fuck Off
 13  Where U At Rock
 14  Black Chick, White Guy
all Kid Rock lyrics



Bawitdaba
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie
My name is KIIIIID... Kid Rock
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The gang of freaks, cars packed with speakers
The Gs with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if your veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all trickin out in Hollywood
And for the hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone!
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie
For the timebombs tickin and the heads that hang
All the gangs gettin money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs and porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone!
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie
For the love, and for the hate
And for the peace
WAAAAR!!back to top
Cowboy
Cowboy... cowboy
Well I'm packin up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin chillin the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Zip to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy
And I'm headin out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes (whistling) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah, Kid Rock you can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass"
No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white, uh
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me... lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just "Suck My Dick"
I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vineback to top
Devil Without A Cause
You knew that I was comin cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
Cause it's been a long time comin
But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sellout, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges
Up that ass for the 9-8
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin correct
Flat out...you diss me punk
That's when I pull a strap out
And I get to buck buck bucking...a fuck fuck fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin this shit, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O
Role model, your motherfucking H-E-R-O
My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin"
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack em
Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum
I'm goin Platinum
I'm goin Platinum
We're goin platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and $700 dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you...got a brand new team
No triple beams...it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more floozies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc
You're too old to kid...too soft to rock
Already did what most love to shout
7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time
I'm goin platinum
I'm goin platinum
I'm goin platinum
We're goin platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak hoe call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And run through town like I'm goin through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me cash...smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
Highest voice like Aaron Nevelle
And I'm down with The Devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinumback to top
I Am The Bullgod
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you
I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hangin tough with my man Jim Beam
I swing low...like a chimp
Back in '86 man I was seein a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
I got big ol pupils and blood shot eyes
I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean
And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean
Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G
Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin
Said I'm trippin
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you
A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
But when I start pokin back they get all uptight
You can't cap with the master son
So sit your ass down before I blast ya one
Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little Hank runnin through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bet all day but I can't be bought
Break it up let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my walkman but before I cut
I got behind the garage and fire it up
Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G
Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin
Said I'm trippin
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm forsaken...yeah
I ain't nothin
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on get em up
Come on get em up
Come on get em up
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you can say I'm outta hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Everytime that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are poppin and I'm on the nod
I am the bullgod...you understand
And here in my head is my master plan, Uh
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through youback to top
Roving Gangster (Rollin')
Who is going to help me with this lyrics?back to top
Wasting Time
I'm a pimp, you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack
I rock all the tracks, so the world knows
I love all the girls smack all the hoes
Show love to those who come real with it
Life's a bitch but I deal with it

I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
Can drink about 15 Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know

I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind

It's been a couple of months in this smokey room
Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's
Writin' tunes and hoping to get
One of these motherfucking songs to hit
A little bit of love that's all I need
A little inspiration in a bag of weed
A seed to plant so my tree can grow
You know I left my girl cause I don't need that
H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know

I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah

I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy
Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly
A pawn in the game that's all I am

Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it
I'm free to do what I please little lady
I was born at night but not last night baby
I've been around, seen some things

I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings
I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say
But I got more time then Morris Day

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know

I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
Smokin' and drinkin'
I been sittin'here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
Tryin' to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind
Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'...tryin' to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mindback to top
Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School)
It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening ?til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
And Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' emcee
I'm TNT I'm dynamite
And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk
I became an emcee when I learned to talk
Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat emcees like pirhana
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballarena,
I roll through town and I rock arenas
I may seem a little underage
But at least I am not underpaid
I'm one of kind...here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes, before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame...I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro
So here we go...here here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom...boom...boom ba boom boom
The one two three the three two one

Don't stop me know I've just begun

Don't cut me down...don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your astronaut (or ass tonight)
I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em
I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone

I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome to the party

It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up) can I do my thing
Can I have a little something to say right here
Oh yeah, go ahead baby
I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognac (sp?)
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my ass

It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Hey Grandmaster Bob that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit bro

I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my dick off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off
I'm no rip-off , it's all original
Not too political...a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape
I like pussy...suckin' on titties
Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool

I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school
I got a whirlpool...don't even ask
Lickin' pussy underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine

Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches from give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and i'll rock the party

Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party

Dude you're outta your fucking mind
Everybody got the job you're all hiredback to top
I Got One For Ya
Lit up like the Fourth I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma 'cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things
I got no love I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game I can't reward ya
But if you want a long one baby

I got one for ya ? this is your shot
I got one for ya ? this is your shot

People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man I don't care
I'm too busy runnin' fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin' for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil

I got one for ya ? this is your shot
I got one for ya ? this is your shot

Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy

Yeah, lay it down brother
Lay it down with a baby
Lay it down with a baby

Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits
Yeah I'm 'bout it 'bout it so I make 'em like this
They say, "Hey there boy all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long."
Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin' on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin' what I'm writin?, just writin' what I'm doin'.
They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin'
My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey slime you wanna hit money

I got one for ya ? this is your shot
I got one for ya ? this is your shot

We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock

Hey hey
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
(Robert Bradley just doin' his thang)

I like thatback to top
Somebody's Gotta Feel This
I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides
G-rides with a hundred spokes to match
We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back
I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang
Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hang...rock like roll
Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

I never had a lot of money never made much sense
Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent
He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed
He's rockin' dickie's slippin lickin' honey's steady
Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold
Told my soul to glow it said get up and go
And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me
Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more
Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour
I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers
Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt
Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt
So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap
You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

Somebody's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

Feel thisback to top
Fist Of Rage
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who are you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's
I see the future and it's lookin' grim
A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip

I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin? through a wrist of hate
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage

Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back

Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads
And now the Feds growin' shark fins
My girl's knocked up we're in love

But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up
I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?)
And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through
I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces
I can't win...even with these four aces
My place is here...in the mix...with tricks
And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles
My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
My fuse is short and it's lit
Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see
My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath
These people they take and they take until there's nothing left

I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate

Come on

You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it
Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
And I know it...?cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it
And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up
With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked
I hope you see my middle finger from the stage

Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rageback to top
Only God Knows Why
I've been sittin' here tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself
Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
I feel like number one, yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son and it helps to pass the time
I take to many pills...it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple dollar bills, still i feel the same
Everybody knows my name, say it way out loud
a lotta folks fuck with me, its hard to hang out in crowds
i guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like I am
outstretched hands and one night stands, still i cant find love
and when your walls come tumblin' down, i will always be around
...yea anyone and now...
and when your walls come tumblin' down, I will always be around
people don't know about the things I say or do
they don't understand about the shit that I've been through
it's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone I've been gone for way to long
maybe i forgot all the things id miss
oh somehow i know there's more to life then this
i said it too many times and i still stand firm
you get what you put in, and people get what deserve
still i ain't seen mine no i ain't seen mine
I've been givin' just ain't been gettin' I've been walkin back that line
so I think ill keep on walkin with my head held high
ill keep movin' on and only god knows why
only god..
only god..
only god knows why
only god knows...why why why why only god knows why
take it to the devil, hey wont you take me to the river
hey hey hey hey hey....back to top
Fuck Off
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa fuckin puffs bitch
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain
If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam
Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistance pays if that holds true
Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin'
I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul
Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal
So Fuck Off
Yeah

With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit
Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me
So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Setta in the Indy 5
And get live with that which get's me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm taking
Rock from SoHo to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust
I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck Off
Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch
With that Detroit city shit ain't ???? we're on the same script
Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off

Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and light joints
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other
Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
'Cause all I do is curse and fuck

So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms
'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school

F*ck Offback to top
Where U At Rock
HUH I grew a hurding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin'
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'
Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South
Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out
I'll put your head out this is my night
How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space
(Danger Danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it
It's all real cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
Now how you gonna front on that
Kid Rock's in the house that's where
I'm at

Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at

1 2 and you don't stop
3 4 and you don't quit
1 2 and you don't stop

From the depths of hell to God's right hand side
I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride
I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide
My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive
Am I the chosen one
Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from
Or where I'm goin' to stand back
Kid Rock's in the house that's where
I'm at

Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at

Rock the house Yo

And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly
I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe
Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
For you're church or you're family

???? couldn't stand me so she banned me
I'm like a dandy lion Jack
You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talkin' shit
But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and you get your ass macked

Kid Rock's in the house that's where
I'm at

Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Over here over here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here over here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you atback to top
Black Chick, White Guy
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way heres one tale
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie (sp?) and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it couldn?t rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and whatten

That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' after lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came ?I'm pregnant?
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real whiteaccent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man no money and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'
And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of Saint

See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby
The guy was like ooh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle two
Said I want your child or I'm you
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too
Slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit ?I'm pregrant?
And if that ain't some shit cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends
Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chick another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
And he loves him
But still you don?t know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don?t mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'back to top
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