Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause

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1: 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!!

2: Cowboy

Cowboy... cowboy

Well I'm packin up my game and I'm a head out west

Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts

Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt

Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp

And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block

With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch

Buy a yacht with a flag sayin chillin the most

Then rock that bitch up and down the coast

Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars

Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars

Sip the teajuna... I wanna roam

Find the old town chillin fools then come back home

Start an escort service, for all the right reasons

And set up shop at the top of four seasons

Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy

And I'm headin out west sucker...because I wanna be a

Cowboy baby

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin

Cowboy baby

West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine

I wanna be a Cowboy baby

Ridin at night cause I sleep all day

Cowboy baby

I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in

It goes (whistling) like dust in the wind

Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind

I once was lost, but now I'm just blind

Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice

Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice

And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy

And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me

Cowboy baby

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin

Cowboy baby

West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine

I wanna be a Cowboy baby

Ridin at night cause I sleep all day

Cowboy baby

I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah, Kid Rock you can call me Tex

Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks

Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass

And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass"

No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor

Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse

No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right

I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white, uh

Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus

Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players

Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers

They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us

Why they wanna pick on me... lock me up and snort away my key

I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure

I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer

Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick

My only words of wisdom are just "Suck My Dick"

I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and

Keep on truckin until it falls into motion

Cowboy

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin

Cowboy

Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine

Cowboy

Ridin at night cause I sleep all day

Cowboy

I can smell a pig from a mile away

Cowboy

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin

Cowboy

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin

Cowboy

Hollywood and Vine

3: 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

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

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

You like to party, rock the party

We like to party, rock the party

You like to party, rock the party

Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum

4: 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

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is

I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high

As I sit in my chair and watch life go by

These thoughts I have can't mold to sense

Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense

Born and raised in the outer lands

And at times you can say I'm outta hand

I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run

Everytime that paper hits my tongue

And sometimes it seems so odd

When my veins are poppin and I'm on the nod

I am the bullgod...you understand

And here in my head is my master plan, Uh

I'm gonna get you

I see through you

I'm gonna get you

I see through you

5: Roving Gangster (Rollin')

Who is going to help me with this lyrics?

6: 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

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

7: 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

Dude you're outta your fucking mind

Everybody got the job you're all hired

8: 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

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

Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy

Yeah, lay it down brother

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

We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock

Hey hey

I got one for ya babe

(Robert Bradley just doin' his thang)

I like that

9: 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

Someone's got to feel this

Somebody's gotta feel this

Someone's got to feel this

Somebody's gotta feel this

Someone's got to feel this

Feel this

10: 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

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

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

11: 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 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....

12: Fuck Off

A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa fuckin puffs bitch

It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit

I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks

Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips

I get all the money pussy falls like rain

Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain

If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P

It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me

You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye

Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size

I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo

You do what we say and we'll do what we want to

We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam

Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn

Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance

We won't quit until we're banned from existence

Persistance pays if that holds true

Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through

I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings

So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin'

I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit

You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit

But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul

Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal

So Fuck Off

Yeah

With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit

Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash

I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack

'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack

I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and

The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'

The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me

So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer

I rock for the cash and the topless dancers

Don't have no answers so pass the joint

I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit

I ride like Setta in the Indy 5

And get live with that which get's me high

Strive for perfection this much is true

We do what we say you say what we do

Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo

So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm taking

Rock from SoHo to Arizona

I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna

I roam the country like a Greyhound bus

Put faith in lust and in God I trust

I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies

But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries

And Harry Carey couldn't call my game

Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame

And I show no shame from coast to coast

I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast

Fuck Off

Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch

With that Detroit city shit ain't ???? we're on the same script

Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock

Yo Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off

Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air

This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair

Two white boys who spike punch and light joints

Hang around drugs loud music and like noise

Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers

Who hate the world as much as each other

And I ain't leaving this party tonight

'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other

Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy

'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me

'Cause all I do is curse and fuck

So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms

'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up

So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars

'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars

This is for children who break rules

People that straight fool

And ever single teenager that hates school

F*ck Off

13: 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

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

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

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

14: 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'