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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
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 you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come On, Come On What's My Name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Sing that shit Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name? Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Now break it down like this 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 Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun So stay off my dick because I ain't the one For anyone tryin to bust And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine Now tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on bitch What's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on, come on Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name Kid Rock |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Uh
Kick on back to the rap I format When its through what you do is just play it back Rewind it Find it That's how I desinged it And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it And grind on it I mean push and bump Cause it's about time we made this party jump Take a drink of your forty And lets get naughty Get on the floor and just move your body to the sound I found and also developed Lets trip don't sit, come on get the hell up Look at the black man, now what'd up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Yeah...Yeah Streets of Romeo Mt. Clemens Detroit All over Now people always me and KDC If we take this activity a seriously I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money Yes a stupid question, but I wont quote ya Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K Down with Jive, RCA Hey how could you judge me cause what I am Be blind to my mind And take a look and say fuck him Look at the black man, now what up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Okay...Yeah Like I said Top Dog One, two, to the three And we always come back for more Kenny wears a low fade Danny wears no fade I wear the high fade And we all get paid Tryin to blow my rap down the sink But go ahead cause my rap's made of brick And it sticks Kicks Hits And uplifts At shows, it flows but never drifts It's too swift and moves with quickness Top Dog again and you say what is this Its the under rated MC on top The young six foot one Kid Rock Look at the black man, now what's up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Okay...Yeah Get down Come back The black man from New Jersey KDC Kid Rock It's the crew right here Bitch Now Patty keep it going with the guitar Yeah, all you punk ass bitches Hahahaha This is Kid Mother Fuckin Rock The beast crew is in the house All you suckers This is a mother fuckin party You better ask somebody So get your mother fuckin hands up in the air This ain't no joke Yo this is the mother fuckin east side Detroit is in this mother fucker Uh haha Yo the black man From parts unknown Can you dig it You Bitch Yeah...Yeah For the ninties...Hoe |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out This pipe and these needles are my only guide They've got me on the wrong route What is my life about Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen Dreamin' like a lonely child I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too Man I wish you could see them too Oh Lord Oh Lord Man I wish that you could see them too Man I wish that you could see them too So can I come to see you sometime Cause I been missin you I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine I'm feeling oh so young But still I must die to get to you And if I do I wonder how just you will see me And implicate the things I've done I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen I'll see you soon Now where's my gun Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh wheres my gun Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh Lord My gun Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ It's God himself in a jar Yeah...yeah Yeah...yeah Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ Its god himself in a jar Yeahhhh Heyyyyyyy You got me, sad and lonely When I'm me...me You know you make me so lonely I am so alone And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
It was 1989, my thought were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Splashing through the sand bar Talking by the campfre It's the simple thing in life, like when and where We didn't have no internet But man I never will forget The way the moonlight shined upon her hair And we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Catching Walleye frome the dock Watching the waves roll off the rocks She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul We'd blister in the sun We couldn't wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock n roll While we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change Or how we thought those days would never end Somethimes I'll hear that song and I'll start sing along And think man I'd love to see that girl again And we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong And we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
It's another night in hell
Another child won't live to tell Can you imagine what it's like to starve to death? And as we sit free and well Another soldier has to yell Tell my wife and children I love them in his last breath C'mon now amen (amen) Amen (amen) Habitual offenders Scumbag lawyers with agendas I'll tell you sometimes people I don't know what's worse Natural disasters Or these wolves-in-sheep-clothed pastors Now God damn it I'm scared To send my children to church And how can we seek salvation When our nation's race relations Got me feeling guilty of being white But faith in human nature Our creator and our savior I'm no saint but I believe in what is right C'mon now amen (amen) I said amen (amen) Stop pointing fingers And take some blame Pull your future Away from the flame Open up your mind and start to live Stop short-changing your neighbors Living off hand outs and favors, and maybe Give a little bit more than you got to give Simplify, testify Identify, rectify And if I get high Stop being so uptight It's only human nature And I am not a stranger So baby won't you Stay with me tonight And when a calls away To break the sound I'm fading down I need someone Oh to be someone They just sinking down And holding back I hold the dawn and run They don't save a child Oh, to save a child It's a matter of salvation From them patience up above So don't give up so damn easy On the one you love (one you love) Somewhere you got a brother, sister Friend, grandmother, niece or nephew Just dying to be with you You know there's someone out there Who unconditionally, religiously loves you So just hold on 'cause you know it's true And if you can take the pain And you can withstand anything And one day stand Hand in hand with the truth I said amen (amen) I said amen (amen) I said amen (amen) I said amen (amen) Amen etc. |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
And I've 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 pack of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs And I did not studder when I said that I'm goin' platnum Sellin' rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because only god knows why Why why why why Ohhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal And say Hey hey hey hey Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut Fuck all y'all I like AC DC and ZZ Top Bocephus Beasties and the kings of rock Skynard Segar 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 fuckin Pimp We trash the mack and slap back the wack Never gave away I dont play with ass But watch me rock with Liberachie flashed Punk rock's a clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash flash flash flash ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey Uh uh uh cut Yeah I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker You just can't fuck with I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's After i rock this place Super fly Livin double wide Side car my glide So Joe C can ride Full sack to share Bringin flash and 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 fuck you Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma So fuck highschool I pissed on my daploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause im the shit shit shit shit shit Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where you're at Say hey hey I'm givin' it back so say Hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey I'm a cowboy Bad ass in black Singin' Hey hey hey hey From side to side From front to back Say hey hey hey hey I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' Hey hey hey hey Kid Rock's in the house And thats where Im at |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
Yeah
And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame I played their game And as they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this! (Are you scared?) Devil without a cause, and I'm back With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks 30 packs of Stroh's, 30 pack of hoes No Rogaine 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 stutter when I said that I'm going platinum (Sellin' rhymes) I went platinum (Seven times) And still they ill, and wanna see us fry I guess because of "Only God Knows Why" 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 you're at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal And say (hey, hey, hey, hey) I like AC/DC and ZZ Top Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings of Rock Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones (Yeah!) Pass that bottle around I got the rock from Detroit The soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin' pimp With tracks that mack and slap back the wack Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk Rock, the Clash, boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash Flash, flash, flash, flash 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) [Spoken] Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr I'm an American bad ass, watch me kick You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place Super fly, livin' double wide Side car my glide so Joe C can ride Full sack to share, bringin flash and flare I 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 "Fuck you" Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma I said "Fuck high school," pissed on my diploma Smell the aroma, check my hits I know it stinks in here, 'cause I'm the shit 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) I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black Singin' (hey hey hey hey) From side to side, from front to back Say (hey hey hey hey) I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' (hey hey hey hey) Kid Rock's in the house, and thats where I'm at |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Tommy Lee - I dont deny im in the public eye seems like 24/7 being
watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their own livesTheir not news reporters-they're full of bullshit and lies leave them alone their carma will be their demise I can read between the lines they make up shit because theres no shit to find, Im under a microscope directly going to prison if i take a toke people ask me for answers as if I was the pope im my own spiritual leader on this emotional teetor totter my senses are getting hotter Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Tommy Lee - Now I see whats on the real the public craves drama like a pig that squeals they watched me in court testifyin to a fucked up charge I was drowning myself in my own tears, of my Boys growing up in their early years without their father near ain't noway im gonna dissapear can you hear? Freedom can be taken from you at anytime so you better think twice before you pay the PRICE, pay the PRICE! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem no one can condem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I got the
I got them love sick blues ya'll Man, I can't find my baby I think she took off with another man I been around the world looking twice You know I checked in New York City On the streets and on the subways And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me I looked out in the Hamptons thought she'd be hangin' with them rich folks But no she wasn't anywhere hangin' on the east coast I wish my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby come home I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home Man you know I love that girl I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia Honey if you hear this, please know I'm looking for ya I checked with all my rebel friends I've looked around for weeks And I swear until I find her I won't eat and I won't sleep I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn't find a damn thing So I looked in California - up and down the coast I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn't even close Never found nothin' So, I came home, home to Detroit City And there she was sittin' on my porch - My baby looked so pretty Now my baby's back home Yea my baby came home Yea my baby's back home I'm so happy that my baby is finally home |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie My name is Kid And this is for the questions That don't have any answers The midnight glancers And the topless dancers The gander freaks Car packed with speakers The G's with the 40's And the chicks with beepers The northern lights And the southern comfort And it don't even matter If their are punctured All the crackheads The critics, the cynics And all my heroes In the methadone clynics All you bastards in the I.R.S For the crooked cops And the cluttered desks For the shots of jack Pints of love And the fifth's of stress For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods Of the world misunderstood I said it's all good It's all in fun Now get in the pit And try love someone For the time bombs tickin' And the heads they hang All the gangs gettin' money And all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs The porno flicks All my homies in the county In cellblock six The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook For D.B. Cooper And the money he took You can look for answers But that ain't fun Now get in the pit And try to love someone What Come on Love Love And for the hate And for the peace War Come On |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. My name is Kid... Kid Rock! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers The northern lights and the southern comfort And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And all my heroes in the methadone clinics All you bastards at the I.R.S For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the 5th's of stress For the hookers all trickin' 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-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Kill someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Come on, come on... For the time bombs tickin' and the heads to hang All the gangs gettin' money and all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs, the porno flicks All my homies in the county in Cell Block 6 The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook And for D.B. Cooper and the 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-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Love... And for the hate... And for the peace... War!! Bawitdaba da bang-da-bang diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da banga-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Come on...! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie My name is Kid And this is for the questions That don't have any answers The midnight glancers And the topless dancers The gander freaks Car packed with speakers The G's with the 40's And the chicks with beepers The northern lights And the southern comfort And it don't even matter If their are punctured All the crackheads The critics, the cynics And all my heroes In the methadone clynics All you bastards in the I.R.S For the crooked cops And the cluttered desks For the shots of jack Pints of love And the fifth's of stress For the ers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods Of the world misunderstood I said it's all good It's all in fun Now get in the pit And try love someone For the time bombs tickin' And the heads they hang All the gangs gettin' money And all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs The porno flicks All my homies in the county In cellblock six The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook For D.B. Cooper And the money he took You can look for answers But that ain't fun Now get in the pit And try to love someone What Come on Love Love And for the hate And for the peace War Come On |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. My name is Kid... Kid Rock! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers The northern lights and the southern comfort And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And all my heroes in the methadone clinics All you bastards at the I.R.S For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the 5th's of stress For the hookers all trickin' 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-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Kill someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Come on, come on... For the time bombs tickin' and the heads to hang All the gangs gettin' money and all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs, the porno flicks All my homies in the county in Cell Block 6 The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook And for D.B. Cooper and the 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-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Love... And for the hate... And for the peace... War!! Bawitdaba da bang-da-bang diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da banga-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Come on...! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
They used to call me names
Said I was just a wanna be But now they all pay to see What they were gettin for free How about them days and now You don't know what to say Ain't it funny how the sun can shine And hide away And its a long way on a they say highway I'm still runnin A lonesome highway of uncut my way Can you feel me comin In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac Knock knockin Black bob at your door Still rockin Everybody say that Knock knockin They used to say ritchie boy He got no sense But now they say oh bobby man He was my best friend Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories And the times can change And no sense ritchie just But himself a big fuckin airplane I grew up in the back woods Hung in the crack hoods Learned to pimp Like a mack should I could have been a rich man like pops I never kissed ass And those days since passed Here I stand like Jesus I don't need this Fuck you ho's can squeeze this I cant believe this I'm so wasted From all the fruits of life That I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up Cause I never felt loved at home And all alones how I spend my free time Writin real rhymes Drinkin cheap wine Easy whips And a cracker I'm the master blaster No one cuts faster The king of disaster Is who I am ho And I'll be rippin the fuckin rhymes And ill make you mother shit her pants bro So so You better watch your back Watch for me comin Watch for me comin In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way here's 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 tale of a broken home Her momma was an alkie 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 wass it who was it how was 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 There 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 A lot of people still laugh at this shit but Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it There 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 Oooh 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 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 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 There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still 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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
All my life I've been searchin'
All my life I've been uncertain I been abandoned and left alone At fifteen I had to leave home The black sheep, the bad seed At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she's a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it's all good She's happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood Two packs and a pint a day To hide the shame And wash away the pain Aw, the pain Every road was a dead-end street Runnin' from the law and runnin' on empty You couldn't shake the marks that were left on me At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she's a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it's all good She's happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she's a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it's all good She's happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood Misunderstood Misunderstood |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
1992
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker Out on the highway we loved to roll He never made me go to school I never begged to go I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick Ohhh I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick See I was born to be a hick man Yeah I was born to be a hick man Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a shotgun tokin I'm a John Deere drivin I'm a hick Ah har |
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from Kid Rock - Born Free [single] (2010)
Fast on a rough road riding High through the mountains climbing Twisting turning further from my home Young like a new moon rising Fierce through the rain and lightning Wandering out into this great unknown And I don't want no one to cry But tell 'em if I don't survive I was born free I was born free I was born free born free Free like a river raging Strong if the wind I'm facing Chasing dreams and racing fathered time Deep like the grandest canyon Wild like an untamed stallion If you can't see my heart you must be blind You can knock me down and watch me bleed But you can't keep no chains on me I was born free I was born free I was born free born free And I'm not good at long goodbyes But look down deep into my eyes I was born free Calm facing danger Lost like an unknown stranger Grateful for my time with no regrets Close to my destination Tired frail and achin' Waitin' patiently for the sun to set And when it's done believe that I Will yell it from that mountain high I was born free I was born free I was born free born free And I will bow to shining seas And celebrate God's grace on I was born free Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh |
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from Kid Rock 8집 - Born Free (2010)
Fast on a rough road riding
High thru the mountains climbing Twistin', turning, further from my home Young like a new moon rising Fierce thru the rain and lightning Wandering out into this great unknown And I don't want no one to cry But tell 'em if I don't survive I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free Free like a river raging Strong as the wind I'm facing Chasing dreams and racing Father Time Deep like the grandest canyon Wild like an untamed stallion If you can't see my heart you must be blind You can knock me down and watch me bleed But you can't keep no chains on me I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free And I'm not good at long goodbyes But look down deep into my eyes I was born free Calm, facin' danger Lost, like an unknown stranger Grateful for my time with no regrets Close to my destination Tired, frail and aching Waiting patiently for the sun to set And when it's done, believe that I Will yell it from that mountain high I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free I will bow to the shining seas And celebrate God's grace on thee I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
I seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in Baton Rouge A mean little missy with an attitude I played it smooth, no need to be rude I stopped the ship, stepped off like Chewie Ran some game like Louie Louie Talked her on the bus, talked her out of her shorts No lie y'all, I'm here to report She had some Cadillac pussy Some Cadillac pussy She had some Cadillac pussy She had some Cadillac pussy Man it would drive you wild |
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from Kid Rock 8집 - Born Free (2010)
Day by day my life gets colder My ice grows thin as I get older Peace in peaces bloody and bruised I feel so helpless and confused Cuz I hear screamin on the left yellin on the right I'm sitting in the middle tryin to live my life Cuz I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I can't walk on water I can't save your sons and daughters I can't change the world and make things fair The least that I can do The least that I can do The least that I can do is care I pray and pray for life's salvation Faith is tried and true in tribulation Love is lost and lonely check the news And with these open arms I'll wait for you Cuz I hear screamin on the left yelling on the right Im sitting in the middle trying to live my life Cuz I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I can't walk on water I can't save your sons and daughters I can't change the world to make things fair The least that I can do The least that I can do The least that I can do is care For the life of me I can't see how the devil keeps enticing me All u sees a felon I know god can see whats right in me How I can be labeled as a villain in the first place When the worst case senerio is my birth place Im just tryin to keep from fallin victim to the murder rate Take my life lesson convincing the adolecents There's a god up in heaven sending down blessins And ur furture ain't brighter than ur present Quit Stressin screamin on the left Yellin on the right While im sittin in the middle trying to live my life Cuz I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I Cant walk on water I cant save ur sons and daughters I cant change the world to make things fair The least that I can do is care I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I cant walk on water I cant save ur sons and daughters I cant change the world and make things fair The least that I can do The least that I can do The least that I can do Oh is CARE |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues Refuse to give up quick, Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Now who the fuck are you? I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A-Shirts, Cadillacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid-western hoes Dont you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers, Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper huh Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the world They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up You think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Claire in my 40 ft. Donzi You got a Bently? Wow! I got jets with wet bars and trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold motherfucker! They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused... no joke Got used, smoked dope Paid dues, refused to give up quick Now there's 10 million muthafuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule More jams than a beetle from Liverpool I deliver fool (now who the fuck are you?) I'm Kid fuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, cadilacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid western hoes Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper Fuck the real good girl I got the baddest bitch in the world They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up You think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy You got a Bentley? Wow! I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock, the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold muthafucker They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up. |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
Maybe I've been on the road too long
Livin' my life through these songs I guess lovin' a music man Really wasn't in your plans Does it matter if I'm sorry again And why should I apologize You knew all along this was my life You know my in's and out's All of my fears and doubts It's the life I love But it's you I cant live without And this whole world seems cold and empty Someone please turn on the lights Lord, if there's an angel you could send me I could use one here tonight Now where I am supposed to go My only home was in your soul I know that I can't stay here and drown in a pool of tears Should I pack my pride And face this life alone And this whole world seems cold and empty Someone please turn on the lights Lord, if there's an angel you could send me I could use one here tonight Maybe it's me who's cold and empty And in my darkness I cannot see the light (Cannot see the light) Please, God, if there's an angel you could send me yeah (Lord, if there's an angel) 'Cause there's one missin' from my life You are my heart, you are my soul Where ever you are that's where I'll go You know my in's and out's All of my fears and doubts It's the life I love But it's you I can't live without Yeah it's the life I love But it's you I can't live without Baby, it's the life I love But it's you I can't live without Yeah The life I love The life I love But it's you I can't live without |
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from Kid Rock 8집 - Born Free (2010)
You're no angel, I'm no saint, if we were
We wouldn't be in this place tonight Lost and lonely, scared and confused We both have a past, nothing to lose, tonight Well it cuts like a knife these bad luck blues We both got scars from the hell we been thru Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose So let's roll the dice, one more time Take a chance on love again tonight Risk it all, lay it on the line Let the skeletons fight for life Tonight, hold on tight, as we collide Reconnected, feelin' no pain Seeking shelter like a spark in the rain, tonight (ooh yeah) Worn and weathered, scared to go home We're here together, but still all alone, tonight (uh uh yeah) And there's no need to lie, we've both been abused The love and the pain, the cocaine and booze, now Most people don't, but some people do So let's roll the dice, one more time Take a chance on love again tonight Risk it all, lay it on the line Let the skeletons fight for life Tonight, hold on tight, as we collide |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 drop top, find a spot to pimp Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a 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 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 [whistle] 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 Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-forn-I.A. 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 and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white 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 "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining 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 shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine. |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 teajuna (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 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 (whistle) 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 Fliece (sp?) 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 sherrif, 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 (mick...as in Irishman) My only words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit." (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 shining Cowboy Spendin' 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 shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine |
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from Kid Rock - Cowboy [single] (1999)
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 drop top 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 Tiajuana ...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 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 (whistle) 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 Fleiss 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 sherrif, 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 stored 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, Radio Edit 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 shining 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 shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine |
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from Kid Rock - Cowboy [single] (1999)
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 drop top, find a spot to pimp Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a 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 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 [whistle] 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 Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-forn-I.A. 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 and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white 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 "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining 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 shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine. |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
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 drop top, find a spot to pimp Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a 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 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 [whistle] 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 Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-forn-I.A. 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 and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white 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 "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining 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 shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine. |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Everything I do gonna be funny
New Player on the field so yield and get back To the wall Cause I'm playin ya all Like a game K-I-D is the name Some complain And they got a little fame And it's a shame For what its worth I'm down with earth Pourin it on like Ms. Butterworth Rich and thick Kinda quick not slow The rhymes I fit into flow All in a row, from the intro To the end so, ho Put down the microphone and go Step a side as I make room to bloom Any opposing goo gets placed in a tomb As soon as I grip the mic to get loose Don't dispute cuz ya got no juice Meanwhile I kick a rhyme from the pile Huh, As I Cramp your style (style...style) Cramp your style (Cramp your style...cramp your style) Get down on your knees and pray when I break you Down with a sound Comin down with a pound Or a bang If you can't hang with the slang That I exploit Comin straight from Detroit Rough without a doubt or a question Kid Rock here in the flesh And addressin and defining certain issues To diss you (he diss me..aheo) So wipe the tears from your eyes You cant hide so don't be surprised When I dismiss you from your throne And send you home As a Kid Rock clone Cause I can hold my own Like ya hold a milkbone Simple as this with a grip that won't quit So when I hit the skit That's it So don't come in face with the base And remember your just an imitation Don't get buckwhile In fact don't smile Cause I'll pull your file As I Cramp your style (style...style) Cramp your style (cramp your style...cramp your style) I'll claim the boundries of my domain Detroit...Detroit Fresh, I'm from the Midwest From MoTown...From MoTown I'm like steel or concrete yo cause I'm the hardest Down with a label known to be the largest Not bein modest don't even think of tryin to hang Cause yo Kid Rock rolls like a Stop O I roll thick I roll heavy D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady So get ready to feel the pain I'm Kid Rock drivin girls insane So listen rappers and get to the program Breakin ya down is the Kid rock slogan And any rapper who thinks about dissin You know what I'll say? I got a great big dick So anyone who can't adjust Gets rust And then bites the dust Be ready to walk a mile Cause I'll smack that Kool-Aid smile As I Cramp your style (style...style) Cramp your style (cramp your style...cramp your style) |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Heres some music to crash your car to,
aint no use its to fast to undo CRASH....CRASH, 60 shots of Jack and I feel you, equillibriums off and its pure pandemonium Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect Cockeyed joyride swervin between the lines, rearview mirror makin me loose my mind, all liquored up and hes back behind the wheel again, got no idea where hes goin' or where hes been Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'd push my luck so what, I just dont give a fuck GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. The suns coming up as you start to feel your coming down, god damn give me hope, so i can kiss the ground! Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrreee I never went to college, I ain't got no skills I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills I got bills stacked up like a turkey club I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live, each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I'll pay Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrrreeee Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You cant stop y'all (You can't stop y'all) Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You come alive y'all (Alive y'all) Come on I never felt at home, although I grew up loved I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead Hope I live to see this virus spread I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live Each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I pay Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it there Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 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 mother-fucking 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 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...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 hoss 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 fluzzies...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 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 go platinum I'm go platinum I'm go platinum We?re going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going 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 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 |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game, you 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 [...] Uh! 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 So 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 muthafucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, the radio I'm comin' from the R O M E O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawn off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes 7 years on wax comin' correct Flat out you diss me punk That's when I pull the strap out. And I get to buck-buck-bucking I'm fuck-fuck-fuckin' your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C E O Role model, your muthafucking H E R O. My motto, "Be Cool: Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers in 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 I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' Platinum I'm goin' Platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. 'Daft Punk Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party. Kid Rock I went from St. Clair 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 I'll 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 bunny when my nose was fuckin' runny Now my fuckin' bunny's gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Muthafuckers 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 I got a brand new team No triple beams it seems like a movie Bought 2 cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi. No more fluzzies only high class hoes A 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. I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. Devil. Devil. Devil. Devil. Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high ready to get fly Joe C. 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 3-foot-9 with a 10 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 glass Old as piss, and small as ass Watch me pass smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle. And I'm down with the Devil! Joe C: Say we like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: We like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: Devil without a cause I'm fuckin' platinum. |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game, you 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 [...] Uh! 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 So 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 muthafucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, the radio I'm comin' from the R O M E O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawn off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes 7 years on wax comin' correct Flat out you diss me punk That's when I pull the strap out. And I get to buck-buck-bucking I'm fuck-fuck-fuckin' your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C E O Role model, your muthafucking H E R O. My motto, "Be Cool: Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers in 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 I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' Platinum I'm goin' Platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. 'Daft Punk Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party. Kid Rock I went from St. Clair 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 I'll 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 bunny when my nose was fuckin' runny Now my fuckin' bunny's gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Muthafuckers 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 I got a brand new team No triple beams it seems like a movie Bought 2 cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi. No more fluzzies only high class hoes A 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. I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. Devil. Devil. Devil. Devil. Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high ready to get fly Joe C. 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 3-foot-9 with a 10 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 glass Old as piss, and small as ass Watch me pass smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle. And I'm down with the Devil! Joe C: Say we like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: We like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: Devil without a cause I'm fuckin' platinum. |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
Been sittin alone
Thinking bout the past Another lonely night Another empty glass This path i'm walkin Always seems to lead nowhere I wonder how much you think of me How we used to laugh How we used to be It seems like freedom Has never had a man so scared Times might change Love it comes and goes How I wished I could have shown you How deep for you my love goes And I know this might seem crazy I would end my life for you You know I don't want to But id do it for you yeah id do it for you I wonder how much you think of me It hurts to think the past Is all that you can see Now it seems like freedom Is better then the love we shared Times they change Love it comes and goes How I wished I would have shown you How deep for you my love goes And I know this might sound crazy I would end my life for you You know I don't want to But id do it for you Yea id do it for you Listen to me I wonder how long it takes to see There's nothing more I want Then you here with me Freedoms been knockin' But I refuse to let her in Times they change Love it comes and goes How I wished I would have shown you How deep for you my love goes And I know this might sound crazy I would end my life for you You know I want to Come back home and care for you Baby id do anything for you I'd do anything for you |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
From hard luck tricks
To trust fund freaks Bathroom stalls To penthouse suites I been around, I been around From the bottom of the barrel To the cream of the crop They've picked me up And I've watched 'em drop I been around, I been around I sang 'em all a song or two About simple things Still I feel I'm bein' used Ain't a damn thing changed I'm an outlaw, Bad Leroy Brown The only Cool Hand Luke left in this town I get my lovin' on the run I'm a low down mister fly by night Baby slow down, let me show you right I sure don't wanna hurt no one So, don't tell me you love me Don't tell me you love, love me do Don't tell me you love me 'Cause love's one thing that I cannot do And it's the only thing that I can't give to you From Hollywood hoes To backstage jive To Jacked up trucks And Gulf Stream 5's I been around, I been around From silly little girls Who play them games To the rich and famous I won't say no names I been around, I been around You gotta touch the stove To learn they say Get burnt and learn that way You better keep your feelings at bay Or honey you gonna pay I'm an outlaw, Bad Leroy Brown I'm the only John Wayne left in this town I get my lovin' on the run I'm a low down mister fly by night Baby slow down, I'm-a fuck you right I sure don't wanna hurt no one So, don't tell me you love me Don't tell me you love, love me do Don't tell me you love me Cuz love's one thing that I cannot do And it's the only thing that I can't give to you So, don't tell me you love me- |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I wanna make money to take away my problems,
But my problems gettin' bigger with the more money I make I wanna find love thats my problem, cause the money makes it hard to tell the real from fake I want to spend time with my son oh every hour But the money and the problems and the women keep me away I wanna be happy for just one hour, but the only time I'm happy anymore is on the stage I get drunk in the morning I dont look for afternoons I dont care if tommorow never comes I been pushed and kicked around it seems my whole life now I'm tired lord I'm so damm tired inside. (I think its time to get it on) So lets rock it with the band turn this shit up to 10 now I got a feeling you been waiting for way to long now And if your looking for a party you came to the right spot So drink it 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the Kid Rock And the band plays And I thank you people for feeling me I'm feeling you too Oh what a ride, its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time now And if you get up get up I wont let you down And when the powder hits the brain, you'll be feelin' it real son I'm talking guitars, car sex and real cheap wine All time and type you let me here it if you want more Lemmie here it if you want more I gota fifth good music if you hold out I'll pour more And I thank you people for feelin' me iam feelin' you too Oh what a ride its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time Now and if you get up get up i wont let you down Get up Get up Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah what a ride and I thank you people thank you |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
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 hoe 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" biatch Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O "Kid Rock, I aint not bitch" Oh yes you are hoe 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 fuckin 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 bitch I'm the mother fuckin 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 bitch. The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I dont be givin' a fuck Who the hell can rap better then me Cause I'm a true fuckin 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 fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh Bitch, shit, 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 bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I aint no God damn midget So stick it up your ass 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 ass 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 bitch, I aint bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like Charlie Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama Eith 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 |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
This is the true story about mackin
Check it Times are changin Talk about it More so each year But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here Yeah So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya here me yaaaawwwwn Just drop that top Come on, girl Hey hey hey Well well well well Hey hey hey Well well well well, well Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh And I be catchin them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Posess, never fess, take a guess I be the early mornin stoned pimp Straight limpin, Boone's Farm drinkin At the party big booty pinchin Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine hoe drillin With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much cocaine But now that I'm back, on the block I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night My game's tight, I wish you might Take a bite Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product Fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town Top Dog get down, Uh Radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO Kid Rock I aint's no bitch Ah, yes you are hoe So quit frontin like y'all don't know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino What's up? So get a good look bro, get a good gander I'm made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While you're lookin really gay like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV I be What they call an O-G bitch I'm the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp Say what? One time for you Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatch The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fuckin' 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 slimmies in the cities that I rock So ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp Hahaha Hey hey hey Come on yo Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all [Joe C] I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I ain't no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, your vertically blind I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that ass 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 Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like John Lee Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama, what With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin the radio, ya look so fine With the boogie drama, yeah Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby Let's get funky, that's my job With the boogie drama, oh yeah Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve With the boogie drama, oh yeah Day in and day out With the boogie drama, oh yeah Let's get funky Come on everybody Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie drama |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet So all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!! And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us *So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex But in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us * Repeat 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 * Repeat FUCK THAT x 8 |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I'm not the trash you think i am talking trailor park
Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark I'll take you higher, higher I'll take you lower, slower I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I see you checkin out my car and my residence Your hell bound and I see your gettin whiskey bent I been around and I know what you meant You don't wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead president *I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'm super fly bitch I'm not that guy bitch I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player I'm the pimp of the nation yeah the pussy surveyor hey * Repeat I like that long hair swingin in them Calvin Klines I pull them young, start fuckin with their virgin minds I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother say * Repeat x 3 I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Where you at Rock, where you at
Answering Machine: Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you You fucking love me? Yeah mother fucking right Where the fuck are you? What are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at) Fucking some groupie bitch Goodbye Fuck Off You know what I hope your fucking dick fucking falls off (Where you at Rock, where you at) And when it does, maybe you'll have some mother fucking time for me You fucking asshole Don't call me no more (Where you at Rock, where you at) Don't call Don't beg Don't call Nothing at all, bye (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Yo Rock it's Carp Ahh where you at man? It's about 3 o'clock here in New York I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London Ahh your supposed to be at Abby Road finishing lyrics (Where you at Rock, where you at) I just got a call from one of these guys and he mentioned that you would Ahh that you were thinking about going to Amsterdam Which I just wanted to let you know that if you were pondering that (Where you at Rock, where you at) That it is not a good idea We have matchering in three days (Where you at Rock, where you at) Ahh just remind you I'm at the office, see ya (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Where you at rock, where you at Bobby where are you? (Where you at Rock, where you at) It's Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock You know I did ask you to be at 3 You promised me you'd be here (Where you at Rock, where you at) Were having a special party for the whole family It's Father's Day and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn't make it (Where you at Rock, where you at) So we made this whole party around you Now where the hell are ya? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm really gettin a little heated Please call me right back, now (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Rock, it's Kracker What the fuck are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm at the Tellstar This ghetto ass fuckin place with four smokin ass three bitches Ready to turn them the fuck out You were supposed to be here forty minutes ago What the fuck are you doin? Ah call me back ah... (The phone is picked up by Kid Rock) Rock: Yo, Yo, Yo Kracker: Hey Rock: Hey Kracker: What the fuck are you doin? Rock: Yo, yo, I'll be right, I'll be right there Kracker: Aight Rock: See ya Kracker: Peace Uh, I grew a herding cattle I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quit 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'll 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 to 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, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at One-two and it don't stop Three-Four and it don't quit One-two and it 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 to 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, Uh...Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Rock the house Yooooooooooo Come On 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 Ayn Rand 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 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 to 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, Uh, 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 Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Over here, Over here, Uh, 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 |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 f**kin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads And now the Feds growin' shark fins My girl's knocked up we're in love But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?) And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces I can't win...even with these four aces My place is here...in the mix...with tricks And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain My fuse is short and it's lit Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath These people they take and they take until there's nothing left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate Come on You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it And I know it...'cause the fear you hide your eyes show it Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're f**ked 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 |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me t5his money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave I can't believe, this whole world twisted me You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I?m a razor blade slittin? through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads And now the Feds growin' shark fins My girl's knocked up we're in love But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?) And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces I can't win...even with these four aces My place is here...in the mix...with tricks And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain My fuse is short and it's lit Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath These people they take and they take until there's nothing left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate Come on You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it And I know it...?cause the fear you hide your eyes show it Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked I hope you see my middle finger from the stage Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Oh, I'm back
The fog is lifted The earth has shifted It raised the gifted You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone And hit the road jack, cause daddy's home With the funky hot grits Thick like Al Roker Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah Bitch I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The junkies are still cigar pumping Still the same cause I ain't changed nothing Huffing and puffing, I got you rookies All in check doing the red neck boogie The king is back to retract the wack Repack my sack with the double fat back Forget all that, I'm still singing And like kids on monkey bars, I'm still swinging Thought I'd get dusty Thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit Oh he must be fat and ugly, broke black and blue But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round 2 Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon Dead right, that's how I'm living Giving you more than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kind of music I make I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The black cat is back in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm, still misbehaving Finger in the air and the flag still waiving Young one don't test the boss, cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't fuck with rhymes like these Thump it like a drum kit with riffs that split picks Pump it for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths I got the gift, I'm about to unwrap it Eight ball side pocket, eight ball in my jacket Pussy and blow, you know how I live You can't say that kid Fuck off I just did Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever Punk rock forever Hip hop forever Tree top forever Kid Rock Yeah Souther rock forever Hip Hop forever Fort Knox forever Kid Rock forever Punk rock forever Hip hop forever Souther rock forever Kid Rock forever |
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from Strangeland (헨드릭스) by Anton Sanko [ost] (1998)
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu -
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 hope 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 don't fuckin give a god damn 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 a buy this fuckin planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin I'm shakin like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like a 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 with 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 ten 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 five 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 And I get too much P to ever be no homo Rock from So Ho 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 shit switched 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 Till 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 |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
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 afraid too (the right lyric) Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!" And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex -- but in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like *SNIFFFFFF* Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I see lights in my sights but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong -- say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm afraid too (the right lyric) Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like {*guitar riff*} And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Do what you have to
I do what I had to To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue And as I rank I wanna thank no one Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done You helped me around My parents put me down I never skipped town I stood my ground We kept showin up Drinkin and throwin up Rap was my life As I was growin up Actin a fool in school no one topped us Smart ass in class at times abnoxious Drivin a bronco Runnin my own show And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes And me and Bo got together Made sense Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basements I scratched records and performed a few tricks KDC mix let the Black man talk shit Pumpin the new sounds town to town Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown Now I won't stop cause yo I'm Kid Rock The Genuine Article They don't want me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice Its like the roll of the dice For a whole new life But don't get my song wrong I enjoy it alot Walkin around like a big shot Cause I'm Kid Rock Smooth as an ice cube Cool as an igloo And more complex, than a rubix cube A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run And as I incline thru time to get mine I try not to slide, but walk a straight line Though it's hard when the climb gets steep The one who finds is the one who seeks So I sought and fought And alot I got taught And although I left those who stole got caught Many shows I rocked Many suckers I laughed at And those who snapped back usually got slapped The cat if I was strap Cause I was a sun of a gun Livin life on the run Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson Pumpin the new sounds town to town And when in motown I cool out in Greektown On the upside with nuthin too high The Genuine Article They don't wnat me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done Chuck nice break that beat down Uh huh...Uh huh..Uh huh KDC...huh Six Generations of rap and I'm first Ready to burst, the style is rehearsed I worked and worked and worked and I worked When many thought I was just gettin jerked Used, abused, but I paid my dues And now no one out there could fill my shoes And my pants and do this dance This shit didn't happen by chance It went slow not quick, but now I'm your pick Ain't that a trip when I started from zip And now up and up and up I wont stop The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock Yes me the low key MC With the ability to rock a party Anywhere and make people stare I'm lookin while I'm cookin with no care Pumpin the new sound town to town Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown And still I wont stop growin this flat top The Genuine Article They don't want me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
77 MILLION DOLLARS MADE FROM WATCHIN ME CUM UNDER THE SUN ON MY VACATION, "AFTER HOURS ON SPECTRAVISION" SHOOTIN MY JIZZY JIZUM THE WOODY HAS RIZZY RISEN, I AIN'T GETTIN PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRIDAL SHOWERS, ROCKIN MY PORNO TAPE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, @#$%^&* ARE FEARIN ME IT'S BIGGER THAN RON JEREMY..
Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET, GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED DOIN IT DOGGY STYLE...... Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay ..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay THE LITLE GEISHA HO FROM TOKYO WHO SAID SHE COULD BLOW, TEN DOLLAS LOVE ME LONGTIME IN A LIMO, FOR REALLY Doh, I'M JUST TRYIN TO FLY WITH THE FLOWS FREAK UP SOME HO'S BLOW UP THE SHOWS, MAKE A LITTLE Dough-HO AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, BACK TO THE STRIPCLUB FREAKIN UP SOME HO-HOS SWINGIN MY DINGALING IT AINT NO THaNG. IT'S THose INTERGALACTIC HOS WHO CAME DOWN IN THOSE SPACE PROBES, FINE GREEN HIENAS REPRESENTIN WITH NO CLOTHES MIX MASTER MIKE MIX MASTER MIKE MAKIN THE PUSSY TIGHT NO JIMMY,NO GIMMIE,NO LUST IN THE METHODS OF MAYHEM WE TRUST,SO RIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSE YOUR BUSTS Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET,GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED (lil kim's rap is not included) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Vicious Cycle (2003)
Life is so strange with it's changing yes indeed
Well I've seen hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on working like a working man do And I got my act together I'm gonna walk all over you Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back my bullets Sweet talking people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leaving this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry because I do not sing the blues Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back,gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back........where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top then it seems I lost my dream But I've got it back I'm feeling better every day Tell all those pencil pushers they better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back,gimme back my bullets Ooh put back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
Hey now darlin', you thought it was all fun and games Runnin' 'round, telling everyone why we're not together I guess you just had to feel important And I'm sure you thought I was just gonna sit back and take it on the chin But honey, I'm a songwriter And that darling is where you end and this song begins Chorus: I found someone new who treats me better She don't bitch about things we ain't got When I sing this tune it don't upset her She's half your age and twice as hot Oh she wakes up every morning and she folds my clothes Doesn't care about the strippers dancing at my shows She knows that I love her so I just wanted you to know (Chorus) yee haw!yeah!.. (Chorus) Oh she don't start trouble cuz she dont need drama She likes it in the mornin' and she loves my momma I'm her big poppa an she's my little rock n roll (Chorus) She's half your age and twice as hot She's half your age and twice as hot |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
"Its been a Hard Night for Sarah
The divorce went through today Ten years out the window Shes been faithful all the way Shes feeling really bitter Shes feeling lost and small She wonders where it all went wrong Shecant seem to recall Its been a Hard Night for Sarah Shes taken quite a fall Well he was all she ever hoped for And she gave him all she had Never gave a cause to worry Never hurt her or made her sad And no one thought to tell her They all figured that she knew Just another harmless fling A phase all men go through Its been a Hard Night for Sarah She's going to have to see it through Gonna have to see it through The sun is slowly rising On another brand new day The children will be waking soon And she'll send them on their way Its been a hard night for Sarah Its been a hard night for Sarah Its been a hard night for Sarah But today is another day Today is another day" |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
Im drunk again
Excuse the hiccup The redneck originator rollin' in my pickup Truck jacked up with the four gold shocks And where I come from mud flaps come stock. People Kid Rock it up and down the block. And the hens all flock to the coup with the cock. You wanna rock with me baby Row it down to the swamp. Dock your boat We'll do the hillbilly stomp. We'll do the hillbilly stomp. I like Stuckies, truckers, and big mesh hats. I like large round women in laundromats. I like to wander jack. Like a backwoods thug. And watch the moonshine through the bottom of a jug. Huggin' and kissin' with my vision all blurry Siftin' through this world of worry. Hurry up with love, Please God Bless I don't do drugs anymore, Or any less. I didnt start this mess on the planet Stop lookin' at me like a bandit I've been chillin' Down at the swamp. With the folks that want, to do the hillbilly stomp. Do it We'll do the hillbilly stomp. Now people wanna know how to do this dance Lift your legs in the air like you wet your pants Plant your hands on the top of your butt And stomp around the woods like you're all fucked up Circle up the trucks Fire up the brush Untuck your shirt We're gonna kick some dust Don't two plus two it Or three plus three it Four by four to a place that's scenic. Heat it up hot like some ham hocks cookin' And hop to the spot where the cops ain't lookin' Bring your whole flock down to the stomp And we can rock all night doing the hillbilly stomp. Do it We'll do the hillbilly stomp We'll do the hillbilly stomp |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
POWER TO THE POSITIVE PEOPLE PLEASE PUSH YOUR PANIC BUTTONS STOP THE PRESS ITS THOSE HYPOCRITICAL JUDGIN CONDEMNIN PREACHERS WITH PENS BEHIND THEIR DESK, CONSISTENTLY DROPPING FICTICIOUS LIES LEAVING LIVES A MESS, WE PROTEST AGAINST THEIR NEGATIVE STRESS, TIME TIME TIME TO GET SOME SHITS OFF OUR CHEST, I KNOW THAT VIOLENCE DONT FIX DRAMA, IF YOU WANNA HAVE THAT GOOD KARMA, GO GO ASK YOUR MOMMA. DID YOU UNCOVER YOUR THIRD EYE, YEAH AND UTILIZE MY MENTAL TELEPATHY TO GET THEM AWAY FROM T-LEE AND THE REST POSSIE
CLICK CLICK CAMERA FLASH FREEZE FRAME A TIME FROM THE PAST, IF I HAD A GAT I PROBABLY WOULD BLAST, BUT LIVIN LIFE LIKE THAT LIFE PROBABLY WOULD NOT LAST, CAUSE SOMEBODY SOME DAY MAY DO UNTO YOU AS YOU DID ONTO THEM, LEAVE YOU SIX FEET DEEP IN THE GROUND YOUR LAST TOUR DATE IN A CASKET WITH NO QUADRO SOUND WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. THE SNITCHES THE BITCHES BE TAKIN ADVANTAGES OF THE CHANCES THAT THEY BE GIVIN, CONFIDENTUALITY T-BONE GAVE A BROTHER LOVE AND HE TURNED THAT SHIT INTO 10-G'S, AND KNOW ITS HE WHO SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS LEFT US IN THE STUDIO TRACKIN OUR TRAX KNOW WERE GETTIN FREAKY-O, POPARAZZI GOTTA SATELLITE 24-7 ON MY HOMIE YO, UH-OH WITH A DIRECT LINE THAT GOES DIRECTLY LIVE TO THE TONIGHT SHOW WHERE THEY PREP LIKE CHEFS cuttin and choppin WITH THEir FAKE ASS VOICE O'S, YEAH AND SUPPORTIN A LOW LIFE SUCKA WHO STOLE A VIDEO TAPE OF MY BROTHA AND HIS WIFE WITHOUT THEIR CLOTHES, NOW THEY PACK THAT SHIT IN THE PUBLICS NOSE, BUT IRONICALLY MY FELLOW PEEPS BURN THAT TRASH UP IN OUR SHOWs who sets the standards who sets the lines who keeps feeding us ethnic separation, tax levels n levels of occupation we're all significant parts in this Universal creation who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! SEE WE SICK AND TIRED OF THEY TRICKS WE USIN VOO-DOO ON THE WHOLE RAG MAG CLICK, AND THAT HARD COPY SHIT HERE WE'RE GONNA GIVE EM A REAL TOPIC FOR THE NEW MILLENIUM REAL QUICK. who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
"Well fire it up
Chop one out Somebody's got to know That I'm two days in I got two days left to go Cause I am Georgia I am Memphis Tennesee I am everything Hollywood wants to be I am love and I am hate I'm your late night drunk debate But you'll never put Your finger on me Have you ever seen the sun Over the Rocky Mountains shining Or touched the sands Of a Southern Florida beach Have you seen a grown man cry Or a child thats slowly dying Have you looked inside To see all that you can see And I am North and South Dekota And New York City I am everything Hollywood wants To be I am love an I am hate And all the critics can debate But they will never put a finger On me No you'll never put your finger on Have you seen the Nothern falls Or the Midwest seasons changing A Montana storm Or a warm Kentucky rain Have you heard the love that sings Over the inner city sidewalks Have you risen above All that leads to hate And I am Boston and D.C. And all of Detroit City I am everything That Hollywood wants to be I am southern rock-n-roll Country and hip hop soul And you'll never put your finger on me I'm a father and and I'm a friend, I'm your brother until the end. But you'll never put your finger on me I am only God knows why, I'll be a cowboy till I die. But you'll never put your Finger on me You'll never put your finger on me You'll never put You'll never put Put your finger on me" |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) 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 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! |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) 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 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! |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 ole pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a twelve 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...Huh You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast ya one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I go 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 You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah Come on get em up Come on get em up Come on get em up I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Everytime that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you |
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from Kid Rock - Cowboy [single] (1999)
I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) 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 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! |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Lit up like the 4th I'm a happy drunk come to pop your big momma 'cause your
daddy's drunk I want to pump pump pump it up like the Goodyear blimp make you high for a dollar that's the way I pimp gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou them is all of the things that ain't gonna by you it's like one of them freak things hit it every kinda 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 you, but if you want a long one, baby... I got one for ya' This is your shot Uh-huh, check it 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 f*&% happened to the peace and love?, who planted that glove? Man I don't care I'm too busy running fingers through your momma's hair, I got no time for the fakes and the phonies, the crooks and the cops and the cronies, am I the only one on my side? Test my pride and I bet you'd run and hide, you think I'm weak so your looking for the kill, but there's 16 shots in my 9 mil and I got one for ya' This is your shot Jimmy a jimmy jimmy jimmy, I like that Yeah, lay it down brother, oh well Record companies stressin' that they all want hits, and 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 wanna hear me cuss don't wanna hear me brag, so I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag. Now a bit what I'm writin' what I'm doin', they say they like my records but they still boo-hooin', my joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya', hey fly you wanna hit money? I got one for ya'- bite that ass This is your shot I got one for ya' -here it is This is your shot-uh-huh We got one for ya, baby, me and Kid Rock I got one for ya', baby Gonna rock and gonna roll and gonna rock and roll I like that |
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from Slash - Slash (2010)
I feel your comfort in my dreams
Unprotected silence screams The light beyond your shadow beams Still I don't know what it means When seasons change Memories remain I hold on because I won’t let go even though I know there’s solitude below I hold on because I can't let go I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold I hold on And when the darkness turns to day I won’t let you drift away Conscience fades and some let go But I hang on cause I know When seasons change Memories remain I hold on because I won’t let go even though I know there’s solitude below I hold on because I can't let go I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold I hold on SLASH'S GUITAR SOLO I hold on because I won’t let go even though I know there’s solitude below I hold on because I can't let go I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold No No I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold I hold on I hold on I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold Oh, I hold on |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
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 was a 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 projects No regrets cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks You can call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable My whole lifestyle switched Hoss 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 basement On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And get some love back to those that loved me 206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and Cole My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo Doc Ralph C used to buy me some But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers And Im grateful for this Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss Making demos my old four track Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x) Got kicked out again for bein fly Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli An' they greeted me like brothers R-I-P to the coolass mothers An my brother din dada For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love I wanna go back, way back To change things and bring y'all back I pour a tear out for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken home But all I can do is take care of my own I feel so alone like a stranger And sometimes I express my love through my anger And I lost alot of friends for this Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, 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 motherfuckers beach crew's 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 or raps last great tours Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo Kid Rock and it dont stop I Wanna Go Back (3x) I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands Willie 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 Amp's low ridin' rag top Go see Howard for what you need Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles People used to say "Rock you got soul" Finks looked out, and so did Lou Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 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 krem, it's 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 (3x) Let it ride, let it ride |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum Wig's dig this, the fuckin' police know I see 'em So I'm headin' up to Reno like a geo and I'll great 'em Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies You got a lot but yo you can't get these Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies I had enough and you can swing on these Cause I'ma dog baby See me ride across the country I'ma dog bitch Big suitcase full of money I'm a dog Woman And I'm rollin' El Camino I'ma D-d-d dog Drop top continental with a suicide see me ride You by my side big girl, yo we will never die I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby Bring it home to pappa and Rock gonna make it jingle baby It's a God damn shame people they look at me But I know in the end you givea fuck about me And that's the reason I spit fire That's the reason I'ma set your ass on fire, fire I shoulda never left the bottle And if they want the truth then tell them bitches i shot 'em I'ma dog baby See me ride across the country I'ma dog bitch Big suitcase full of money I'm a Dog Woman And I'm rollin' El Camino I'ma d-d-d dog Yeahhhhhhhhh Yeah..can ya, can ya, can ya feel it now? Freedom or death, nothin' left to do but fill it up Tripple X eyes of lust and you need to give it up Live it up sucker cause they're sayin' my days are numbered Who wants to live long anyway I'm goin' out with a blast Gettin' some ass, smokin' grass, leavin' all my cash for my little boy You wouldn't understand, you dont know where I come from hey yeah |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Breakin the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that your wrong Feelin like you cant go on Ive been a victim so many times But Im man enough to know when Im wrong *shotgun cocking* With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight Pass the packed bowl and ima rock all night Up tight right wingers tryin say Im what Im a flight bound singer not giving a fuck Hard luck Im the devil with the grace of god On the level of oz and it makes you nod With the body of a sinner, mind of a saint Im everything you love, everything you hate Hit a lot of curves, hard roads and hills Got nerves of steel and watch time stand still It took too long but I stood my height You could say Im wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you aint you aint Right You can save the environment with all your wind But can you save your children from a world of bullshit You look at me with a loss for love But if you took me out would your kids still do drugs You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You outta point your finger in the mirror You wanna trip, quit cause ima keep rippin And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin Im singin songs in the key of life And you can say Im wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht We just came to (get on down now) rocccccckkkk Rock on rock on rock on Cowboy baby, cowboy baby *shotgu |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
W All the way live
From the cornfields of Romeo Michigan Detroit rock city 2 double 0 3 and 4 The early mornin' stoned mother fuckin' Cowboy Here we go Kid mother fuckin' rock Ho what you know I got them bitches and then ritches And that old school flow Big nuts and such you cant eve front I got it all bitch So what you, what you, what you want I can do it better than Jordan Playin' ball at 22 Quicker than Rod Carew Sicker than Motley Crew Who Yeah mother fucker The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2 The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC I got the breaks to shake The whole United States Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake No fake, no makeup, who relates Check these rhymes mother fucker They all first takes No fuckin' around I put it down Pop this shit But don't pop it in my home town 'Cause I throw down motown sounds Shit, the motorcity Ain't nothin' to fuck with I'm the flyest Theres none flyer I'm the highest Theres none higher I spit truth I've never been a liar And I Won't stop rockin' till I retire Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
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 [Scratching] FUCK OFF! This... is the History Of Rock. |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
Yeaaaaahhhhhh!
When the sunshine showed her face, I felt like I was ready to die. Went looking for a place to hide, a hole I could crawl inside. Long lines, whiskey bottles, and the same old song, I smell death in the air and I know it won't be long. And I could say I'm trying to change, but that's just another lie. It's been a day and a half - and I'm still high. And I feel like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Ja-Ja-Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi A river runnin' through my veins When the daylight disappeared, I took a good look inside - behind my pride, I sat down and cried. I know I'm not a fool, but I don't know what's wrong. Maybe it's time to pack and just move on. And I could say I'm trying to change, but that's just another lie. I'm looking for someone to tell me why. I feel like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Ja-Ja-Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi A river runnin' through my veins A river runnin', A river runnin' through my veins, A river runnin' athrough my veins, A river that's runnin' through my veins. |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Cowboy baby
You know my credits Don't ask if it's true Fuck it I said it Regret It Never Pimpin' Forever Pull more ho's than a free cash lever So you better never Question the clever clever I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever You bet I'll wet her And leaving her making' to miss me Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City 71 supercharged big block hemi Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy Benny and The Jets is Hot But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun We're the band That other bands run from Doing the backstage boogie Is were you'll find me If you want some of that Flash a pass come back And lay it on me Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to Lay it on me Just lay it on me You gots to Lay it on me Now, people always saying I ain't living right But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life Replaced your wife With some two bit missy Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City Tripping' with the hippies Bikers, Thugs Hit me with a Mickey Fast women and drugs One love for two minutes The third minute I'm gone Wake me up to eat Around the crack of dawn I'm making pancakes baby If you crack me eggs You'll feel the Irish tornado If you spread your legs No need to brag And don't trail behind me Just step up front A little lady Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to lay it on me Just lay it on me You've gots to lay it on me We're coming Live from Detroit It's Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhymes No need to bite And to ya'll he haws Who thought I'd never rank I'm going All the way to the bank bitch I got rich off of keeping it real While you Radioheads Are reinventing the wheel Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what While I'm sippin' King Louis Not giving a fuck Trash me in the news Give me wack reviews But you'll never find another Who can fill my shoes Who can moan the blues Who can rock the rap Who can rock Who can roll Who can flow like that Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson To Susan Summers Understand I want peace like Gandhi But until that dayI'm a walk this way So lay it on me I'm talking all night long Lay it on me Like a bang a gong Lay it on me With AC/DC on From Hells Bells To the next 9 songs Lay it on I can love you like that Lay it on me I'd rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me I can make you shake Slow ride it baby Through the piano break Come on So step up front a little lady Lay it on me 04. Cocky Guess who's back I used to be broke Confused No Joke Got used Smoked Dope Paid Dues Refused To give up quick Now there's 10 Million Motherfuckers on my dick Sold what Say how Say who Fuck what Fuck me Fuck you Come clean You know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam And still stand still I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimming pool Fly like a seagull Kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Who the fuck are you I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock From the old school Got more money Than Matchbox 20 Get more ass Than Mark McGrath (Chorus) They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City A-Shirts Cadillac Big titties Skinny models You can keep those I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's Don't you know Talk fast Pimp slow Show up Z black ties In t-shirts & slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models Love strippers, known 9's The big tipper with the big dipper I got queer holding key to my zipper Fuck a real good girl I've got the baddest bitch in the world (Chorus) You think you got it good In Hollywood I got acres of land Laid back in the woods Holdin' shares Cool like Fonzie Rollin' Lake St. Clair In my forty foot Donzie You got a Bentley Wow I got jets with wet bars And trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp thru For the Kid, the Rock The Red, White and Blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jazz Are you scared Cause when the Kid's in the house Better come prepared And I swear I'm sick Of getting ripped off So pissed About to be pissed off Mackin' me Cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners And fuckin' my maids Never mind my age But if we're taking numbers 15 million sold motherfucker They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up Cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise I've realized one thing, how much I love you And it hurts to see, see you cryin' I believe we can make it through the winds of change Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) God is great indeed If you believe, in the everlife Yeah we gotta Make some sense of the piece that's not defined And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall We can make it through the storms and the winds of change Change(X5) Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) Though I walk through the valley of darkness I am not afraid Cause I know I'm not alone And if the wind blows east, would you follow me And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess And if it blows to the south, would you count me out And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away Would you say I do, if I say I'll be And walk this road through life with me You know I love youuuuuu Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) On this lonely road of faith On this lonely road of faith |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes
a butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad becomes the pain inside cryin' becomes a game, yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - A bot becomes a man, a song becomes a memory of a time in your life, a river becomes an ocean, and life becomes undone. Feelings become emotion, a marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life, the bordem becomes the same, and guilt turns into pain..Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I was hiding' from the sun once again
I was runnin' from time my friend I lost another war So I poured one more And I went home drunk again She was up when the key hit the lock And the clock looked at me Just like the devil in disguise I'll saw it in her eyes She'd be gone before the evening So I poured another strong one And chopped a line from here to Texas 'Cause I've lost another good one She's on the midnight train to Memphis With a brand new start I swore I'd love from the heart I meant to change my ways But I've seen better days Than the one that's here this morning With a wife and kids at home With a job somewhere on some assembly line I wish I had that life I bet you wish you had mine So let's pour another tall one And chop a line from here to Texas 'Cause I've lost another good one She's on the midnight train to Memphis But that's the way I am And this is how I jam All across the land From Alabam to Band Stand Doped up rebel with an attitude Shit So fuck a bitch I won't switch Won't quit my vices Flip the scrip Cause I'm going to slice the righteous Haven't you heard I don't refrain Free as a bird So I won't change Livin' it up Givin' it up Fuckin' shit up What I'm gonna run my track From the D to Nantucket ?????? So fuck it If you don't dig that You can suck it With and old suitcase I swear I'll leave this place I'll get you back in time Can't drink you off my mind So I'll see you when I'm sober I've been lookin' for some reason But I ain't found one down in Texas I've been changin' with the seasons Walking a new line back to Memphis |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
U-GOD - The blade is much colder
slaughter house lava shit boiling Point molten rocky mountain cocky guitar string four star ninja claw to the jaw of course you know the force the War I bring cut sting before I snub nose em cement toes em to death the core scuff em some more then I hose em some more the braveheart slave whirlwind all in the all I might trip, slip or stagger yo but I wont fall Iron body be my hobby, bringin' you bastards bio rhythm fly so now blowin' a gasket shelltoe elbow slow gun ho pro methods of mayhem mantis bury your face in the canvas quick, THE I VANISH. |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I need somebody won't u help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am I need somebody please please help me I need somebody u must tell me who I am I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven And I believe it stems down from my family situation I never liked my old man I couldn't stand to be around him Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture My heart turns to stone and I think of this You never loved me you never held me tight instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night u tried to make me think that your ways were best when all I was was an outlet for all your stress Life it's the ultimate sin A game with no rules that you're expected to win My personal hell's hidden with a grin "Dad take the stand and let the trial begin" U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool U should've went to school like your bigger brother but you played the fool with a different color Runnin' ship with a whip I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped Money made u so wise how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes Do as i say and not as I do but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u And oh the pain how it hurts it was always your home and your business that came first U said a man is as good as his word but your mind was closed and mine never herd They say the nut don't fall far from the tree look at u then look at me... U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me And all u ever gave a damn about was money see So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy and I know at times I was not always there for you We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time but understand growin up son I never had a dime So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college and everything I have to this day u know I built it all Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost between us I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you Son I said I'm sorry... Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so I always loved u I always cared for u just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Its a mother fucking method..
Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. It dont stop.. Come on baby.. FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Gimme More The drugs are so advanced "Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubles history" Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. "Tommy seemed to know the difference, he just didnt care" FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Wow, this is amazing Give me another one, Gimme more The drugs are so advanced |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
I'm goin' down to New Orleans
To see about a friend of mine I'm goin' down to New Orleans And leavin' all of this behind Headin' south from Detroit I got Cajun cookin' on my mind When I get to New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right Yeah in a town like New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right I'll be high 10 Rollin' 'Til the early morning break daylight Jambalaya and a crawfish pie Gonna start my day But when the sun goes down We gonna "bon temps roulez" I'm goin' down to New Orleans To see about a friend of mine I'm goin' down to New Orleans Where the stars on the sidewalk shine Burnin' through Mississippi With the Big Easy on my mind When I get to New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right Yeah in a town like New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right And I'm gonna party like the devil If the Neville brothers play tonight Jambalaya and a crawfish pie Gonna start my day Down on the Bayou Singing "Hey Pocky Way" I'm goin' down to New Orleans To see about a friend of mine Down in New Orleans Good peoples they's hard to find I bet he's making gumbo And drinkin' homemade wine A jukebox shakin' and breakin' Down in New Orleans I'll be the highest hillbilly That Bourbon Street has ever seen I'm goin' down to New Orleans To see about a friend of mine I'm goin' down to New Orleans And leavin' all of this behind If the good Lord's willing And the rivers don't start to rise And when I get to New Orleans Someone's gonna treat me right Said in a town like New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right All the cats in the cradle Gonna rock this kid tonight A jukebox shakin' and breakin' Down in New Orleans And if you're payin' for fun A French Quarter's really all you need I'm going Down to New Orleans Down to New Orleans Going down, down Down, down tonight |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I
see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love is unconditional physical and non-denomiational Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down your block with no cares long hair swingin middle fingers in the air people stare n point I hit the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is more than 10 years i've known from a complete unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a long time comin' but you know whats happenin... straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - New Skin [single] (2000)
Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I
see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love is unconditional physical and non-denomiational Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down your block with no cares long hair swingin middle fingers in the air people stare n point I hit the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is more than 10 years i've known from a complete unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a long time comin' but you know whats happenin... straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x |
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