Track List
1.Intro
Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo Michigan: 1985
Several years ago
Deep on the West side of Detroit
I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop
Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh
Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by night
But still the force was not complete
That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock
Others had doubts of the lad because he was white
But i knew what time it was
So i put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k....f**k off!
This is the History Of Rock
2. American Bad *ss
Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
and As they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And Im back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 packs of Strohs
30 pack of h*es
No rogain in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin' rhymes
I went platinum
seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gat!!!!!
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Mosefis, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned f**kin Pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never gay no way
I dont play with *ss
But watch me rock where Liberacies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh gat!!!!!!
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't f**k with
TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRUCKERRRRRRRRRRR
I'm an American bad *ss
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can suck my d*ck
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna f**k some h*e's
After I rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big f**k you
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
So f**k highschool
I p*ssed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause im the sh*t sh*t sh*t
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at
Say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say
Hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad *ss in black
Singin' Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin' Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where Im at
3. Prodigal Son
Cause growin up I was never the logical one
Packed my sh*t and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shot gun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never went back
Filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
Pool hustling trying to make that green
I been ramblin and gamblin since the age 13
Working like a b*tch like a God d*mn tank
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all that's gold don't always glitter
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
Cause money, money, money ain't sh*t to me
But I gotta make a lot just to be free
I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock b*tch, and I'm everywhere
I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock h*e, and I'm everywhere
Many night's she comes to me
And feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she gonna see
That love is not that way
She holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on that one day she gonna see
And come into my show
Please God please I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
There's too much hardship and too much pain
There's too many motherf**kers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside
Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
But parasites can't fade the Rock
And suckers that step in my way will get shot
I hold key to my own success
Suckers that step we'll be put to rest
Oh, I hold the key to my own success
And suckers that step will catch a bullet in the chest,
So pass the buddha the funky tie hoona
And watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter
Not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
Never was in a posse never wanted to be
I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock b*tch, and I'm everywhere
I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock h*e, and I'm everywhere
Many night's she comes to me
And feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she gonna see
That love is not that way
She holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on that one day she gonna see
And come into my show
Now now now I been walkin the earth since the beginning of time
And won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
All this talk they gonna drop the bomb,
But life keeps going on and on and on and on
The world's end don't worry me
And I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
Everything's slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls that waste my time
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday
Cause I really aint got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin, shakin and I get more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot through my head
And I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead
I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock b*tch, and I'm everywhere
I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock h*e, and I'm everywhere
Many night's she comes to me
And feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she gonna see
That love is not that way
She holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on that one day she gonna see
And come into my show
Yeah, yeah, yeah on down
yeahh, hey, hey..hey, hey, hey, hey
On down, on down, on down, down, down down, down
Well, well, well, well
Hey Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Yeah your f**kin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Get my money
Yeah you f**kin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it'll drive you crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Yeah your f**kin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Yeah you f**kin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it'll drive you crazy
4. Paid
Ohhhhha yeaha ah ah a
And while your out gang bangin
Tring to catch a murder case
Your h*es on my couch gettin f**ked in the face
Bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam
(say what)
This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check Rock
I wanna head bang, I gotta hip hop.
Cause I'ma stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie with the high top fade
I'm self made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic. but it feels like I been here before.
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus to cash big checks
And mack on h*es like Ruddy Ray
Cause the reach around just sounds so gay
I dont even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D R O C K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
Turntable spinnin at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you aint got no feel
I dont need the fancy music to make mine
Just the beat and the funky *ss base line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
8 tracks to the mother f**kin wack
So while your making record that dont recoup huh
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop yeah
Kid Rock and I got all the h*es sayin
"f**k me baby, Kid Rock come f**k me baby
f**k me baby, f**k me baby, all night long
f**k me baby, Kid Rock come f**k me baby
f**k me baby, f**k me till the break of dawn"
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of greese
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hands
I want a band like the US Funk Mob
See I can rap I dont hafta lay sod, just to make ends meet
October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
(boy aren't you a little old to be trickin)
You see my mask and bag b*tch, I aint bullsh*ttin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anial , cause I aint no f**kin slob
I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat
Where's the wh*res at?
Westside h*es like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft.
I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
Hey h*, check it out, I really like to turn you out.
And if you be good to me,
I'll yoodle in your valley
Kid Rock aint nothing nice
Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum
Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind, so if I loose the funk,
I'll still be in the house gettin paid like Trump
ha ha ha, yeah
uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Kid Rock and I got all the h*es sayin
"f**k me baby, Kid Rock come f**k me baby
f**k me baby, f**k me baby, all night long
f**k me baby, Kid Rock come f**k me baby
f**k me baby, f**k me till the break of dawn
Come on, come on
ohhhhhhh yeah come on come on baby
all night long
(Let it ride, let it ride)
f**k me baby, f**k me baby
come on, come on, come on
f**k me baby, love me baby yeah
oh come on pretty baby, all night long
f**k me baby, come on f**k me baby
come on and do me daddy, all night long
umm, oh yeah
Come on and do me daddy
Come on and do me daddy
Come on and do me daddy
All night long
5. Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
(This is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yell, just drop that top
And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin boones from drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian
Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin,
the find h*e drillin'
With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain
Been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my games tight
I wish you might take a bite
Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest.
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio wont play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" b*atch
Im from the six b*atch straight from the R-O
"Kid Rock, I aint not b*tch"
Oh yes you are h*e
So quit frontin like ya dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
Get a good look, bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus
Now your lookin really gay
Like f**kin Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest emcee of all time
Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see
Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV
I be what they call an O G b*tch
I'm the mother f**kin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Say what
One time for your mother
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all
Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss
Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's b*tch.
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat *sses
And I dont be givin' a f**k
Who the h*ll can rap better then me
Cause I'm a true f**kin player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P
Is for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around from the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmy's, and the cities that I rock
So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya
If you wanna get your freak on
I just f**k ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh
B*tch, sh*t, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Hey hey hey yeah yeah
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all
I'm Joe C b*tch
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small h*e
But I aint no God d*mn midget
So stick it up your *ss where the sun dont shine
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind
I'm 3 foot 9. it's 10 foot long
I'm gonna smack that *ss after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night long
Till the break of dawn
Till the early morn
I'm a thorn in your side
Can you feel me stickin
80 pills a day b*tch, I aint bullsh*ttin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama yeah
With the boogie drama oh yeah
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good.
With the boogie, drama yeah
Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine.
Playin the radio you look so fine.
With the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Well well well baby
Let's get funkie, that's my job
Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out, let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
6. Dark and Grey
1994
F**k Off
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaarrrrrr
I'll probly never make it there
I never went to college
I aint got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders
And a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up
like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin
At the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live each day I pay
I am not jesus
But I died in vein
Only to re-live each day I'll pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaarrrrr
I'll probly never make it there
Rock rock y'all
To the beat y'all
Check it out y'all
Cant stop y'all
Rock rock y'all
To the beat y'all
Check it out y'all
Come alive y'all
I never felt at home
Although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind
In a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts
That's caught in a dam
Some days I'm gone
But that's where I am
I'm fit to slip
Another rippin rhyme
Im so ahead of the game
I feel left behind
Another dime to boost
I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see
This pirate's bread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I paaay
I am not jesus
But I died in vein
Only to re-live each day I pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaarrrrr
I'll probly never make it there
7. 3 Sheets to the Wind (What's my name)
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid muther f**ker and I'm gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
so enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but u don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
and u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. b*tch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fu**in A.M.
as I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
and for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Becuz the Kid Rock ain't no b*tch yo
and I ain't no radio wanna get rich h*
So count my props you can't get with me and f**k all u cops u ain't sh*t to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
so stay off my d*ck becuz I ain't the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up
U better chill with that tryin to f**k me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up
and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don't give a f**k about no one
and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker
Cuz I'm the kid rock muther f**ker
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down
And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine
now tell me what's my name
8. Abortion
My veins are poppin' from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about?
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
And dreamin' like a lonley child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime?
Cause I been missin' you
I've never heard you cry
I've never seen you why
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein' in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, my gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
I'ts God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeahhhh heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But I'm me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
9. I Wanna Go Back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
Uhh cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay
In the clem with some friends George and Jay
We were the Funky Fresh Crew when i DJ'ed
But what a shock it was to be on the set
Comin from a nice home, now livin in the project
No regrets cause I learned alot,
And I earned alot in the parking lot.
Doin dirt for the OG's slangin rocks
They used to call me that little white kid who could rock
On the 2 turntables and that aint no fable
Watchin Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched haas
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
(dum ditty dum, ditty, ditty dum, dum)
Boom, boom the base went
On the turntables f**kin it up in Dukes basement
Groove times production we kept the jams jumpin
Open up your ears, I'm trin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those that love me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracey
little Keesha and Cole, my mellow Bo, and my home girl Flow
Doc Relm C used to buy me some
Kept my tables at his crib when it wasen't in the clubs
Tom Whitts and Mike Shaffer
Used to give me rides and buy me groceries
When I didn't have no papers. and I'm grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Makin demo's on my old four track
Sometimes I can't help but think "I wanna go back"
I wanna go back, back in the time
I wanna go ( I wanna go) back
I wanna go way back, way back ya
I wanna go back, back in the time
I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R I D to the cool *ss mothers.
And my brother Dimdada
And for the hommies that aint here I still got a lotta love
I wanna go back, way back,
And change things and bring y'all back
I pour a tear out for y'all
I'm singin i saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tradgety
I look around at times and it's so sad to see.
A waisted life, or a broken home.
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a strainger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I've lost alot of friends for this.
Black Man, T-Bone, Ernest, KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beach Crew
I aint sayin that I'm wrong but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way mother f**ker Beach Crews in the party.
To the right, to the left
Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph
And sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To have been a part of one of raps last great tours.
Ice Cube, Too Short, Dee Nice
yo yo Kid Rock and it dont stop, I wanna go back
I wanna go back, back in the time
I wanna go (I wanna go) back
I wanna go way back, way back ya
I wanna go back, back in the time
I remember little Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used to go and see Campbell when I needed a trim
And when times got grim and it seemed that I lost my way
I used to go and get blown out with Ravae
Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands
Willy Night had a disco right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Black Man runnin crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing.
Just makin that money, and pullin them hunnies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops.
The only white kid walked around on the block
Crusin in Amps low ridin rag top.
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buying 40's and bags of weed.
Buyin late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say "Rock you got soul"
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio buzzin from the cocaine Lou
Chuck, Dee and Murph were the original 3
And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me
.
I got a studio records and a taste of fame
But when I roll through the clem it's still all the same
Even though things change, you know I aint forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause the new life I have now lives for 2
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I wanna go back
(back in the time)
and thats where I'm at
I wanna go back
I wana go way back way back yo
I wanna go back
Back in the time
Bring it down
Heyyyyy, Heyyyyy
Let it ride, let it ride
Way back way back
10. Ya' Keep On
Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you f**k with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real mc's
Aint no love for the wannabe's
So, hey h*e dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherf**kin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine h*e pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh sh*t
Wid western funk, and i'm the best b*tch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you h*e's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I dont care who comes, but what the f*ck you bringin
Sh*t, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherf**kin ill one, with a steel d*ck
Hittin you h*e's with the real sh*t
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now if you dont know h*e, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
I'm comin with the quickness
If you dis this b*tch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
McLough County b*tch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mi. as my staff
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God d*mmit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
11. F**k That
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
-- so all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!"
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say F**K THAT!
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
-- but in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like hash
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say F**K THAT!
I see lights in my sights but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong
-- say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say F**K THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!
F**K THAT!