Kid Rock- Devil Without A Cause

BAWITDABA

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

My name is KIIIIIIIID, Kid Rock

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

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 G's with the forties and
the chicks with beepers The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort And it don't even
matter if the veins are punctured All the crack heads, the critics, the cynics And my heros in
the Methadone Clinics 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 tricking out in Hollywood And for my 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 boogy said up jump the boogy

For the time bombs ticking and the heads that hang All the gangs getting 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 boogy said up jump the boogy

For the love, and for the hate And for the peace War

COWBOY

Cowboy...cowboy... Well I'm packing 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 yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then
rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get
thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the Tijuana (sp?)...I wanna roam Find the old
town chillin' fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And
set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy And I'm headin' out
west sucker...because I wanna be a

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Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast
chillin? with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes like dust in the wind Stoned
pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees
and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleece 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 shining 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 sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and
paint his wife white HUH 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 Mc 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

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DEVIL WITHOUT A CAUSE

You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and
never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard
that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin' People claimin' that they
know me, but they only know a portion I'm 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 sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin' from the are-
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 mother-fucking H-E-are-O My motto, "Be
Cool...Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred
spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like
queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys We
roll thick...kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil
without a cause...

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I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going 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 comin' up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your
mouth Bet that ass hoes I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot Used to
call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim 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 parrots that like to squawk And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc You're too old to
kid...too soft to rock Already did what most love shout 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

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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 rake through kind like a bum
through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me
pass...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice like Aaron
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 going platinum

I AME THE BULLGOD

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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'

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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 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 mould 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 Every time 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

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 Heinekens I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love

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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

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

I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly A pawn in
the game that's all I am Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it I'm free to do what I
please little lady I was born at night but not last night baby I've been around, seen some
things I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say But
I got more time then Morris Day

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here
just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just
wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin'' I been sittin' here
just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind Tryin' to free my mind I
been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Wastin' my
time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin''...tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin'
time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

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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 ballerina, 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

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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 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

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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 squawkers that
talk a lot of ca-ca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't start drama...mack in
the Bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape I like pussy...suckin' on titties Fucked a lot of different
bitches from a bunch of different cities Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool I'll tell ya to drop
your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool...don't even ask Lickin' pussy
underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick
Willie in the DC Shrine Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches from give it to my
whores What up I'm saying everybody You get fucked up and I'll rock the party

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

Dude you're outta your fucking mind Everybody got the job you're all hired

I GOT ONE FOR YA

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 holler 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

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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

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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

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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

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

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Somebody's gotta feel this 6x

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' honeys 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

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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 rope You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

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Feel this

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' bigots, 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

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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 Jinsu 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 nickels 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

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COME ON

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

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

ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY

I've been sittin' hear 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 And now
I feel like number one Yet I'm last in life I watch my younger son And it helps to pass the
time I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain I made a couple of dollar bills still I feel the
same Everybody knows my name They say it way out loud A lot of folks fuck me It's hard to
hang out in crowds I guess that's the price you pay To be some big shot like I am Outskirt
stands and one night stands Still I can't find love

And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around
And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around

People don't know about the things I say and 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 too long Maybe I forgot all things I miss Oh somehow I know there's more to life than
this I said it too many times And I still stand firm You get what you put in And people get
what they deserve Still I ain't seen mine No I ain't seen mine I've been giving just ain't been
gettin' I've been walking down that line So I think I'll keep on walking With my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why Only God.....only God Only God knows why
Only God....knows....why why why only God knows why Take me to the river's...edge
Take me to the river...hey hey hey

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 program 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 Persistence 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 are-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 Wynona 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 mother fuckers 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
mother fuckers 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

Fuck Off

WHERE YOU AT ROCK

HUH I grew a herding 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 it's 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
hearse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that�s where I'm at

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Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with your girl the forties 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 gettin' 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

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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 I'm
crazy fly I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so
hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
For you�re church or you�re family 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

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BLACK CHIC WHITE GUY

Black chic white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But
either way heres one tail Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th
grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle
class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so
alone You know the same old tail of a broken home Her momma was an alchie and more
like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that�s just the way shit
was Couldn't�t change it couldn't�t rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshit and whatten That day
came the two started fuckin' All the time you know kids habit's Every single day fuckin' like
rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin' on
mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came I'm pregnant Shit
got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision But they decided to abort it It might have
been right it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A
lot of people might laugh at this But fuck 'em they don�t know the half of it

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

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

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

Chorus

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