Kid Rock

Yep
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down, broke and used
Motherfucker
I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy
Went from small time philly to big time Bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi

I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me

No more bein' poured drink specials at winners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd skynyrd
No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man Amed
Heard again my friend I been the world n back
But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that

And I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me

Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give 2 shits
Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this

And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots
You know its time to rock when ole glory drops

I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt
To any and all situations
Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation
Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the USA

You've never met a motherfucker quite like me
Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me
You aint ever met and you aint never going meet
You never met a ,never met a ,never never never never met a
Motherfucker quite like me
You aint never met a mother like me
Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me
(Hey hey)
Never met like me,
(Hey hey)
(Hey dude hey)
Never met a mother like me
(Come on, hey)
And you never, and never gonna never gonna meeeeeet
(Hey come on already)
You never meeeeeeeet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you)
hahaha

[Voice Talking:] But anyway I..I..I like to value my
relationship with women. You know sometimes I get so
deeply involved I just, I just have to feel like
oral sex would complete our relationship

Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yo,Yo,Yo, Yo Da Lin In The Valley
A delicious break from Potatoes
Yo Da Laheeeeoooooooo
Here we go
Yo, Yo, Yo Da Laheeeooooo
Let em know how I'm layin
Unusual kinda casual yes with me girls are obsessed
To get undressed
Get fresh and have me
Yodle In The Valley
And I'd do it at the drop of a dime (dime)
Sometimes goin from behind (from behind)
Slowly strokin, no jokin
My tongue just keeps on pokin
And the best type of oochie coochie
Is the type that tastes like sushi
Eat it
Watch a girl get frisky
And then wash it down with a shot of whiskey

Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Lin In The Valley
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
Yo Da Laheoooo

Yo here's a story
(Check it out)
I remember when I spent the night at Sally's house
Woke up with Cotton Mouth
Couldn't speak
My tongue was weak
From Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Oh I love them mountain thighs
And a pizza pie before my eyes
But before I taste them juices
I make sure this Sally douches
But she's not the only one
I like to Yodle On
It sounds wicky wacky ticky tacky
But yo you know that I'm most happy

Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Lin The Valley
A delicious break from potatoes
Yo Da Laheoooooo
Check It Out
(Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Laaaaeeeeeoooo)
I need some more yodle music
Could you get break this down and give me some
Yoollllooo
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
(A delicious break from)
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yo, Yo, Yodalaheho
(A delicious break from potatoes)
Cause I like it like that
Cause you know
Cause cause cause I like it like that
Yo Da Laheoooooo
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yodalin in the valley
I can't figure it out

Girls think I'm a freak cause I don't speak
Whisper In their ear and make it clear
I love em'
Sorry dear don't hate
Cause I'm not gonna say I love you when your sitting upon my face
Oh yes It's warm and wet
In the valley you bet (bet)
And get this, one girl I yodled on
Had a bush thicker than the amazon
Forest
I felt like a tourist
A backpacker
Oh shit wheres my weedwacker
Came out with hair on my toungue
But still I got the job done

Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
Yo, Yo, Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
(Get funky with it)
Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock
(Get funk, funk, funk, funk, funky with it)
Yo Da Laheoooooo
I get funky with it
For The 1-9-9-0

Cause you know I'm tired of men
Cottage cheese and salad and greens
I like that half a burger..hehe
Well done, well done
Mmmmmmm Yummy
Yodalin the whole beast crew
Yoda lahehoooo
The black man's yodalin
Yolllllllll
Cause you know I'm talkin about yodalin
Be like a lagitamint girl
Yodalin in the valley
Diss, diss, diss, diss
Yodalin in the valley
Uhhhh....uh huh...uh huh
Yoda lahehoooo
Yo, Yo, Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley
A delicious break from potatoes
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yo, Yo, Yodalahe
Yodalahehoooooooooo
A delicious break from potatoes

Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Never thought about the other side, oh no
It was always lets go try to pull some hoes
And I pulled 'em like a tow-truck
Since I was a young buck
Guaranteed the hoes always got fucked
With a one-two and all that good shit
I never flipped or tripped or got pussy whipped
Cause I'm K-K-K-K Kid Rock motherfucker
You wanna piece of me
You're just another sucker
But oh well you don't bother me none
Cause me and your girl have lots of fun
You know the one that looks like a model
Sucks on my nuts like a baby on a milk bottle
Not cause I make her, I wouldn't make her
But cause I mack her right, she loves me all night

With a one-two and all that good shit
With a one-two I take another sip
With a one-two and I'll rock this party
With a one-two ya better ask somebody

Get down girl and read my mind
And you'll see that it's focused on your behind
You gotta lotta class and don't mind me askin
But can I go up in your fat ass
And just pump, pump, pump
What's next? check your money
It's scum and its time to jet
You bet she'll be into it more
On the bed the steps and the kitchen floor
You like the way the K-I-
Did it like I said I
Would, could, should I do it good
In your neighborhood
On your fuckin block
Cause I'm the coooool the Kid Rock
Kid Rock, Kid Kid Rock, Kid Kid Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Make it nasty

Hoes talk the same shit
Ya dress like a slob
But bitches still give a good blow-job
Up come my drawers and it's goodbye
The Kid Rock's just got to fly Cause it's 1-9-9-0
Time to fuck hoes
But before ya goin put Jimmy in a lambskin
And we could bump all night you bet
So get set to jet and go get wet
Come on outta your girdle and slacks
And I'll shine that booty like turtle wax

With a one-two and all that good shit
With a one-two I take another sip
With a one-two and I'll rock this party
With a one-two ya better ask somebody
Bitch

Hello, This is the Operator with a Collect Call from the
LA County jail from Tommy. Will you accept the Charges?

Theory of Relativity to fear your Duality
a drift back in my memory
Searching for something significant deep within of me
I wanna travel the world and the 7 seas
adventure to the desert with some water and plant a seed
kick down some of my energy
now i can see
things that before i could never see
a new dimension filled with knowledge and harmony
One brotha to anotha
kick back and play a drum

Chorus:

Rely what lies deep within your mind
between you and me look inside and you'll find
Rely what lies deep within your mind
between you and me let the blind lead the blind

Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from
Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from
Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from
Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from

Make your moves, get ya dibs
Nigga fuck them kids
talkin' this shit bout you dogg,
they don't know how it is
thats on the up dogg.
you know what? mutha fuck y'all cause i'm the top dogg, big dogg
big ball on the block
gettin' money, fuckin' hos and rockin' hip-hop
Methods of Mayhem with D-O double G-Y and we ride,
slidin' to a whole different beat
on the street
bang bang chitty chitty
I'm a crazy nigga from the mad ass long beach City
I'm not your neighbour, I'm a gangsta
with the flavour
and the Ill Behaviour

Chorus

Cut it direct

Chorus

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

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

1 2 and it don't stop
3 4 and it don't quit
1 2 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 in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Rock the house Yo

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

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

Bitch?

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?
Do you love me?
Yeah muthafuckin' right
Where the fuck are you? Huh? What are you doing?
(Where you at Rock, where you at?)
Fuckin' some fuckin' groupie bitch?
Goodbye
Fuck Off
You know what? I hope your fuckin' dick fuckin' falls off
(Where you at Rock, where you at?)
And when it does, maybe you'll have some other fuckin' 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
Uh where you at man?
It's about 3:00 here in New York
I guess it's about 8:00 in London
Uh your supposed to be at Abbey 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
Uh 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 3 days
(Where you at Rock, where you at?)
Uh just remindin' 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 4:00
You know I did ask you to be at 3:00
You promised me you'd be here
(Where you at Rock, where you at?)
We're 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 4 smokin' ass 3 bitches
Ready to turn them the fuck out
You were supposed to be here 40 minutes ago
What the fuck are you doin?
Uh call me back uh...

[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:] Alright.
[Rock:] See you.
[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 muthafuckers take shorts
Muthafuckers 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?

1 2 and it don't stop
3 4 and it don't quit
1 2 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 Yo
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?

I tell you it will shake
The earth beneath your feet
The light that shines
Will redefine your old beliefs
What you reap is what you sow
And so it goes
Where you plant your needs
Is where your garden grows
Before you think about yourself
Think of someone else
It will make you feel

Each day ain't wine and roses
I doubt it's meant to be
Always a cross to bear
Salvation don't come free
A heart that beats is a heart that bleeds
And you know that's true
So don't deny yourself
Of something good for you
Before you do it for yourself
Do it for someone else
That makes it real

'Cause when you love someone
It don't matter what you say
When you love someone
You will dance the night away
When you love someone
There ain't nothing you can't do

Ain't that right
Yeah I want to love someone tonight

Will you believe in love
Or just sit around and judge?
Can you forgive someone
Or will you hold a grudge?
'Cause above selfishness
There lies a bright blue sky
And wealth and happiness
Can be a long and lonesome ride
Yes it's hard to steer yourself
Without that someone else
To take the wheel (Take the wheel)

'Cause when you love someone
It don't matter what you say
When you love someone
You will dance the night away
When you love someone
There ain't nothing you can't do

Do you believe in the art of growing old
Do you believe that rock n roll can save your soul
Do you believe in everything you do
Cuz when you do that's when it all comes back to you
Before you think about yourself
Think of someone else
Do it for yourself
And do it for someone else

'Cause when you love someone
It don't matter what you say
When you love someone
You will dance the night away
When you love someone
There ain't nothing you can't do

Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason I know your the one
My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, I can see paradise
I been down here once or twice but I never seen it look so nice
ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah
I like it with the grass cut low
Big mountain tops valley below
I love it when you scream out my name
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock Yeahhhhh
Cause I'ma bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, I'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand

From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road

You know I've tried a thousand times and I've tried to explain
And I've cried a thousand times over things that I can't change
I've learned a lot you know, I grow each passing day
And I blame nobody but myself for mistakes that I have made

He's a bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me gimme, I'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand

From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road


Let me show you what I learned out on the road

Lord knows when your not here, I get so damn bored of me
And I've spent some lonely nights that did not have to be
And if you could only see, I swear I'd show you true
And although I carry a load out on the road,
I wanna come back home to you

From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road

From Detroit to Carolina
I love the life but I never sold my soul
From London town down to China
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road

ell my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
And Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin mc
I'm TNT I'm dynamite
And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk
I became an mc when I learned to talk
Sayin goo-goo ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat mc like pirhana
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't twirl like a ballarena
I roll through town and I rock arenas
I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not underpaid
I'm one of kind, here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes, before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro
So here we go here, here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
Cause people like to hear my base go boom
Boom, b-boom, boom, b-boom, boom, boom, boom
Prrrii, boom, boom, ba boom, boom, boom
The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me know I've just begun
Don't cut me down don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight
I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in em
I'm a hidden gem, a rollin stone
I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome to the party

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

Uh, uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock
(What's up)
Can I do my thing
Can I have a little something to say right here
Oh yeah, go ahead baby

I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and beer will make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognaic
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
Fuck it I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that seems all that classy
You can't party with me or you can kiss my ass

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

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

I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm a rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my dick off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off
I'm no rip off, it's all original
Not too political a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
Don't start drama, macks in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin dick on video tape
I like pussy, suckin on titties
Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
I'll tell ya drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school
I got a whirlpool, don't even ask
Lickin pussy underwater shootin bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine, Uh
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches and give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party

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

Dude you're outta of your fucking mind, Haha

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

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

Don't stop me know I've just begun

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

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

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

Uh uh excuse me mr. kid rock (what's up) can I do my thing
Can I have a little something to say right here
Oh yeah, go ahead baby


I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the m to the l and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of cognac (sp? )
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my ass

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

Hey grandmaster bob that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that f**kin' 1998 kid rock shit bro

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

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

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

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

Dude you're outta your f**king mind
Everybody got the job you're all hired

Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock motherfucker, Yo I ain't no fag
Fuck bitches dry, fuck em on the rag
Tag they're toes, check off my list
Hoes get fucked, they don't kissed
A simplistic pimp, getting much respect
I fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on the world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cities
Around your bends, over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your momma and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a motherfucking football game
I pull my dick out and then say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back
In the Bill Clinton presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain, shit is all done with game
I fucked so many hoes, I can't remember their names
But it ain't about that, bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock you got the sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga

I'm on the Air Force One out of JFK
Of course I'm high, sipping Tanqueray
On a mission, looking for tush
Sipping B&T's with George W. Bush
We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts
George stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So I stuck five and that made ten
Shit, two roosters and only one hen
George winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at thirty thousand feet

Yeah, thirty thousand motherfucking feet flying high
Kid Rock and George motherfucking Bush
And we thought we does it the most in the coast

You got the sex rhymes, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, I'ma kick something for you
Lil something like this

Oh shit it's some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
Cause gangster shit is all I kick
I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with this shit
I'm here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, fuck love, it's too racist
Smoking the dove in too many places
Busting a nut in too many bitches faces

Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks know what's up
You's a player, nope, I'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for, yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed.
Gotta seed the plant and you feel the crack
I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tap your keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit pass us
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit pass us
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed

Lets do it
Do it, do it
I ain't jewish nigga
Get into it nigga

[Voice Talking:] Yeah, but you know people are scared to have conversations
like this and that's...and that's what it boils down to.
When you see a guy you already know whether not you want to fuck him,
don't you?
[Girl:] Yep
[Voice Talking:] Guaranteed
[Girl:] Yep

Alright we are gonna have a hot time in the old town tonight

See a fly skinny on the avenue
My shades down hat flipped on and on a cashew
Could not believe my eyes so I lifted up my shades
And this girl is starring at me as if she wanted to get laid
Next the girl started steppin and she crossed the street
She walked to me and at that my knees got weak
Then I snapped to realize that it was my duty
To get this freak and co-wax the booty

Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty
Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I gotta freak freak so I am gonna wax her booty

Heading for the crib I was reciting some rhymes
When the freak cut in and started telling of the times
She wanted to rock me and these were no lies
And that is when I contracted the rise in my Levis
Step into my crib she said the rise impressed her
So without delay I began to undress her
Unstrapped her bra and whispered to her are you with me
She said yes so I grabbed them titties
Next was the test to see if she was high rank
I dropped her panties and was slippin, I asked do you stank
She said no and noted to me that her shower soap is Gucci
So I dropped my boxers and headed for her coochie
Headed fo her coochie
Grease it down real good
Headed for her coochie
Dang that's good

Now when I got to her coochie I looked close to see
If this girl had any types of signs of VD
She did not so I said to myself Oh goody
And I grabbed my dick and co-stuck in her puddy
Started rocking this freak with my hands on her butt
You should have seen in her booty I was tearin it up
Next I whispered in her ear baby please turn over
And rocked doggie style while I was calling her Rover
Still tearin it up on her face was a grin
Holdin on to her waist pumping harder than sin
But she was lovin it all with her back in a arch
I busted my nut and she started to bark
Arf...Arf...Arf
Uhhhhhhh
Arf...Arf...Arf
Uhhhhhhh
Arf...Arf...Arf
Na na bop but nop but

Now if you think the story is over just listen to this
I thought my mission was complete so I gave her a kiss
Then I was searchin for a towel to clean off my dickie
Cuz it was kinda wet all bloody and sticky
And to talk about gross heres something sicker than sick
The bitch dropped to her knees and licked the tip of my dick
I started trippin cause this was something I've never seen
The girl was more than a freak she was a sexual fiend
And when I thought that was as gross as one girl could get
She stuck her finger in her booty and then she licked it
Oh now this girl was much more to me than a freak
In my opinion she was plain nasty
But never the less I completed my duty
I got this freak and co-waxed the booty

Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I got the freak and I waxed her booty
I love the booty, you love the booty
Hey freak come here and let me wax your booty

Too short don't stop
Too short don't stop
Too short don't stop the beat
Hey yo short dog can I get a bitch
Biiiiiiiitch

Now if you like the booty come on fellas show it
This is your last verse to wax so why would you blow it
And if the ladies if you are tired of a man on your fanny
Then fuck you go home and watch the tube with granny
Cause this is booty night non stop
With the number one wax and me Kid Rock
So lets get hyped cause if I see you calm
I am gonna think that you are waxin with Rosie Palm
I mean really how could you be so dumb
Just look at all the girls that are dying to get some
Man, just don't be a wussy
And I'll guarantee you could get a piece of pussy
But to get it you have to realize
don't brag to the freak about your dick size
Man, that's not the way to win it
Cause it is not the length of your wand its the magic in it

Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty

Wax that booty
Co-wax the booty
I got freaks and I wax those booties

[Voice Talking:] Yeah, but you...you know...you know what I'm sayin.
What kind of Popsicle you like?
[Girl:] What kind of Popsicle?
[Voice Talkng:] Yeah
[Girl:] Don't matter
[Voice Talkng:] Huh?
[Girl:] It don't matter
[Voice Talking:] It don't matter?
[Girl:] Nope
[Voice Talking:] So what, you gonna do that to mine, ain't you?
[Girl:] Nope
[Voice Talking:] Well you ought to.
I mean you ought to go run to the store
and you know they would never know what you practicing for.
They'll like, "Girl you trying to put some weighty not a Popsicle
and in the back of your mind no I'm practicing to suck Kid Rock's dick.
You know? That would be kind of sweet, wouldn't it?

I'm a pimp and you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack
I rock all the tracks, so the world knows
I love all the girls smack all the hoes
Show love to those who come real with it
Life's a bitch but I deal with it
I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
Can drink about 15 Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin' a Winston, drinkin a 4 0
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind

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

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a 4-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind

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

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

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a 4-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind
Smokin' and drinkin'
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
Tryin' to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind
Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'
...tryin' to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind.

I'm a pimp, you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack
I rock all the tracks, so the world knows
I love all the girls smack all the hoes
Show love to those who come real with it
Life's a bitch but I deal with it
I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
Can drink about 15 Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin' a Winston, drinkin? a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind

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

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

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

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

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

hahaha
You took my friends away, yea
You got them livin for the grave
Now everythings been fine since you've been gone
But you made my winters feel so warm

I'm livin for the soul that ain't been mourned

You played my soul for your fuckin fools
Got down and I'm leavein

You took my life and you turned it around
But you made my winters feel so warm
You got me livin for the soul that ain't been mourned

But cho makin me feel this way
I can't live everytime, this ain't my grave
But you got time to break on me
Some never know I been found yet

YEAAAAAAA
You're makin' me feel this way
I guess I'm livin everytime, this ain't my grave
But you got time to break on me
Some never know I've been found

Singin' hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers here we kitty come come
You know what we do and where we're from Detroit baby
You've got fifteen seconds to get to your seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your minds now
Yea
Who's in the house
Who's your uncle
Uncle Kracker

Doublewide on the side
In the back of the bus
I'm your Uncle Kracker
Sitting platinum Plus
Double platinum what
Triple platinum fuck
You'd be an accountant motherfucker
If you add that up
Can you back that up
Yea
But what for
I've got a big brick house
With two gold doors
More than that
You need to shut my mouth
I'm the same motherfucker
You been hearing about
Kracker went pop
No I did the pop dash
Floatin' through the airwaves
Picking up cash
I dropped Follow Me
People though I went soft
Shit, chill
I'm still very difficult to fuck with

Straight out of the sticks of Romeo Michigan
The early mornin' stone motherfucking pimp
Of the God damn nation

Ye ha motherfuckers let's rock
With the Kid yes all dig don't stop
Got riffs to rock
Brought booze to slam
Now who's the man
Kid Rock
God Damn
Back on the scene like a fiend four beats
in't slept in weeks
Got too many freaks
Seen too many geeks
Try to rock the rap

So I'm back with heat
To unseat the whack
I'm a unpack and setup shop
I'm a step back
And watcha rock
I'm a bomb tracks
To stop the pop
Then I'm a master blast it
Thru the after shock
I got Dug ditches
To bury you bitches
Who whoa the flow
Who wanna stop the show
So I'm a roll and throw
Another on point seven
From north of Detroit
Way south of heaven

Yea
Turn it up
Come on

Rock motherfucker with the TBT
Rolling through your city like the General Lee
You wanna fuck with me
Don't test the odds
Cause your arms are too short to box with God
But if you
Send me your address
I'll swing by
Call up your friends
And get your whole fucking crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known
Kid Rock is back

Yea rollin' with the TBT
Were gonna rock the house
For my man Joe C.
Yea
Were gonna start this show
Come on

White boy get ready to do his thing's here
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh

Here's a new jam for you to cling to
A funky rythm that you can swing to
Kid Rock that's me
And the party jumpin is what I'm for seeing
So just chill or I'll boot you
Get on me and I'll shoot you
I'm fresh to that there's no guessin
Rock the mic without any fessin
With your blessin
I will get stupid, you didn't know it
I thought you knew it
I'm the kid that comes exactin
With my ace the black man
To B Boys from the Midwest
Rock the shows cause were professionals
On the set night and day while the girls say

Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round

The bass drops and works its hardest
For Kid Rock the new young rap artist
Clockin paper cause I got soul
Comin at you from the Motor capital
Shakin booties
Not all the cuties
I'm too cool to be a little fruity
Drinkin forties every weekend
I'm the master who's always speakin
To some freak and if I freak her
It's at Red Roof Inn where we sleep cheaper
But off that topic got to get it
Super dope, extremely poetic
The K-I-D-R-O-C-Kin
I love girls that's how its layin
With these jammies
Fuck the grammies
All I care about is shaking fannies
And I have been doin it for a long time
But now I'm nineteen
And in my prime
Waxin booties everyday while the girls say

Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round

On the mic is solo
Cause I'm the Kid with all the dope lingos
Only rappin cause I don't sing dope
Create a jam that's fresh in your bingo
Lace up the Reebox
Comb the high top
Black dose with a little hip hop
And I style it with some uniqueness
You say I'm not fresh
But I could careless
One of a kind
When I rock the mic
And I'm the one that your girl is likin
Picture the girless women not lookin
Create a beat that is fully hookin
Cause when I get dumb
People have fun
Sisco save me the magnum
In a hell of a show I always display
While the girls say
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside Down
Can't you turn me inside out
And round and round

Ooooo...ohhhhhh
Upside Kid Rock, Kid Rock
He's on the upside
Get down Kid Rock
He's on the upside
Get down Kid Rock
On the Upside
Upsideeeeeeeee
Upside get down Kid Rock
Your on the Upside
Get down Kid Rock
Your on the Upside
Get down Kid Rock
Your on the Upside
Upside
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock

Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock

Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh, Kid Rock
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh

Bonnie shades
And a high top fade
So low you know on the mic with no aid
You didn't think in a blink no way
That I'd make the grade
But now you say I use to go to school with him
I use to go to dot dot bim
I use to know his older brother
I use to be his eigth grade lover
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot
If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and a knock the boots
And then they get dissed
Crossed off my list
Though a bend in my behind would get kissed
Just like so world the girls will go low
Just like Jock Custoe
And blow
Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go
It's to plain
Kid Rock's the name
And I run my game
From Frisco to Maine
Never fell in love
Cause I'm a girl heartbreaker
But still I built my skills and I'm the

Cause I'm the

Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
Sup...Sup..Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
(Come On)
Super Ryhme...Rhyme
(Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On, Come On)
Rhyme Maker

Stop the madness
You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin the show
Clockin the dough
And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not
I'm Kid Rock
Flat top and all
Not Michael Jackson spinnin singing off the wall
But making everyone how I thump like thunder
Got over like a mother
While you went straight under
And now you can't stand
The way I jam
Hold the mic in my hand
And rock the whole land
Man get jealous if you want to
But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do
Cause I work to hard to make ends match
Started from scrath
And to a lot of crap
But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch
And I'm a bad mother fucker
Believe that
I'll pop on top more flop no stop
Makin every girl in the house want a piece of the rock
And then I'll bring a new swing
To make it understand the kid's running things
Mostly because I'm not an MC faker
And the rest because I'm the

Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Sup...Sup...Sup
Alright cut it
Sup...Sup...Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Sup...Sup...Sup...Sup
Super Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme
Rhyme...Rhyme Maker

Hard to remember, if anything was real
Cold like December and I don't like how that feels
I been livin' a long time
I been givin' a long time too
And I can't believe I wasted so much time on you
But time has brought me back around, back around to me
And I feel so free...
Yeah...

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight

Bad like Brutus, hit like Joe Louis
I gots lots of cash but I'm not Jewish
I'm not no nudist, I'm fully clothed
And I fuck hot pussy until it's cold
Got rhymes of gold, Got a voice of platinum
I'm not Dwayne Wayne but that's what's happening
I'm back in black and if ya have to ask
You can kiss my Anglo-Saxon ass

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight

Hot like a toddie, smooth like Mondovi
Around the way they call me Bathroom Bobby
Sugar is my hobby and my greatest joy
And that's why they call me ("Cowboy")
No jive, I come alive like Frampton
I'm bigger than Seinfeld's house in the Hamptons
Cramp my style, go ahead and give it your best
But I ain't (met a muthafucka who can do that yet)

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo

They call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hotties
Jock the John Gottis, sock the paparazzis
Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee
I like stars and bars, but I ain't no Nazi
So I'll fuck you, fuck you in the nose
Fuck you in your flows, fuck you and your hoes
Fuck you and your mother if you can't understand it
I'm the illest muthafucker on the God damn planet
Huh

Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel
Walkin fast cause I'm a smooth talker
Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel
Just heal
And always look for the seal thats real
Top Dog, lookin up to say what is this
Kid Rock serious and I mean business
Ascending up and up I keep boosting
Makin hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be friends of
Every single, individual

Everybody all over the world, it's time for understandin
Come together

Jumbo, yo thats how I'm movin
I'm the new kid in, here's what I'm givin
A jammed, slammin, command that take authority
Cause too many MC's appear apsrt of me
Name and they claim me, yo, that they're winnin
A lotta just came in, sound the same in
Thinkin they swift and can get with these young men
But I keep the crowd swingin like Tarzan
Cause I'm a wise man here to teach and speak
And if you step out of line your up shits creek
So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it
His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it
I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride
No half steppin, I always take a full stride
Who came played and they say I'm concrete made
I used to come correct in the projects
New Port, Oxford, deep in the basement
House and parties like real estate agent
So on, so strong, and everyone got along
Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song

Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together

Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears
Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot
And dropped and forgot, now thats hot
Too many can't score as victims of a drug war
Cocaines ran and weapons are shipped out
The press finds out, then the public is tripped out
New tax the acts and half the drug industry
Uncle Sam is my man, are you kiddin me
Me in the Whitehouse, now thats fucked up
For one to get over, one must get stuck up
One will roll up, another will smoke up
Two more thrown in jail, who picks the toll up
Tell her to beware if she's gonna stand there
Eyes bugged out and hands in the air
Cause there comes an onlooker, lookin for a hooker
And act like the doors overlooked her and took her
For a place to hide and when he got his ride
He let the nice slide and the girl, she died
Her family cried over this homicide
And why they pondered, why she wandered
Left her own spot, her home, her mom and pop
All to smoke a little cooked up rock
So on and so strong, she couldn't get along
Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song

Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together

From the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein
Maybe I'm ahead of my time
Imaginate, create, spectate, elevate from the states
Surrounded by the Great Lakes
I was once out cold at 15 years old
Rolled and sold, you, me, and Bo
Sittin in Jackson infested with rats
With a silver gat tucked deep in my slacks
I was a young bad mother in my own eyes
But now I realize it wasn't too wise
So now I teach, I'll reach to each
And every single individual

Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
Come together
Come together
Come together
Come...come...come...come together

I think you might like to hear something from us

Stand up
Put your hands up
Come on get up
Kid Rock's in the house yo, Ready to pick up
The tempo and you know in so I will fo somewhat unconventional
But comprehendible
I'm the presentable the good lookin
The Mello Yellow young fellow and I'm cookin
Heatin the house up just like a hot plate
Smooth on the groove like an ice skate
You didn't think in a blink I'd stand here
But now your in fear and stand clear
You can't come near this hot stylin
Groove by the kid who's smooth as a violin
Also the perfect lyric announcer
On the set with a cold forty ouncer
Ready to glide from side to side
Why, cause I Step In Stride

These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Cause I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied

N-N-Now yes I'm new
But before I'm through
Your gonna see I paddle my own canoe
Cause I'm solo
A young pro on the go
Close to an angel
But I wear no Halo
I just shake, create, and never act fake
And I learned to dislike and not hate
Because hatred leads to an uproar
Violence is one thing I am not here for
I'm just here flat out and to blow the roof
Kick some watts and that's what I inted to do
Pump it up like an air comb presser
Teach to each like a wise professor
No job I strive to reach high
Make the girls in the house all sigh
And I'll glide from side to side
Why, cause I Step in Stride

These are the criteria I believe should be applied
I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied

Applied, Step in Stride you bet I do
Get you high like a bottle of German Brew
Comin clean
New on the scene
Makin girls scream if you know what I mean
Cause they dream of me to rock the place
And put a big smile upon their face
Any girl of any race
But they have to like the b-b-bass
And that's the rep I've earned and kept on the set
Workin up a sweat
No Jive Kid Rock uparrivd
And I Step in Stride

These are the criteria I believe should be applied
I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Thee...Thee...Thee...Thee
These are the criteria
Thee...Thee...Thee...Thee
These are the criteria I believe should be applied Applied...applied...applied...applied
Applied...plied...plied...plied

I like to play Hank Williams, Jr
Records
Just as loud as they will rock
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Run-D.M.C.
And that American pimp, Kid Rock
I like Willie, Waylon, George and Merle and alot of ZZ Top
I like country, soul, rock-n-roll
And I love me some hip hop

I'm a redneck rock-n-roll son of Detroit
I dont like no new wave
Techno bands around
I'm a drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired rock-n-roll
Son of Detroit

I got bougart and west coast chopper

That sure makes them bitches stare
Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat i wear
I like 2 cuss, yell, scream. fight
And raise all kinds of hell
And if you ride to live like i live to ride
Then let me hear that rebel yell

I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris
Make me ill
And if someone touches my beaver skins
I get mad enought to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck
Im a four wheelin maniac
And if you wanna race
Just name the place
And ill show you where its at

I like to play Hank Williams, Jr
Records
Just as loud as they will rock
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Run-D.M.C.
And that American pimp, Kid Rock
I like Willie, Waylon, George and Merle and alot of ZZ Top
I like country, soul, rock-n-roll
And I love me some hip hop

I'm a redneck rock-n-roll son of Detroit
I dont like no new wave
Techno bands around
I'm a drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired rock-n-roll
Son of Detroit

I got bougart and west coast chopper

That sure makes them bitches stare
Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat i wear
I like 2 cuss, yell, scream. fight
And raise all kinds of hell
And if you ride to live like i live to ride
Then let me hear that rebel yell

I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris
Make me ill
And if someone touches my beaver skins
I get mad enought to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck
Im a four wheelin maniac
And if you wanna race
Just name the place
And ill show you where its at

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

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

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

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

I see these people makin money and it's funny to me
Tryin to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
Cause it ain't nothin to me want to eat a little more
Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour
I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers
Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt
Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt
So when you see me tuggin on the end of my roap
You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Come on...feel this
Uh...uh...come onnnnnn

You got a body like the devil
And you smell like sex
I can tell you're trouble
But I'm still obsessed

Because you know you're
So hott, I wanna get you alone
So hott, I wanna get you stoned
So hott, I don't wanna be your friend
I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again

You're like the kiss of death
Like the hand of fate
I can tell you're trouble
But I still wanna taste

Because you know you're
So hott, I wanna get you alone
So hott, I wanna get you stoned
So hott, I don't wanna be your friend
I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again

Because you know you're
So hott, I wanna get you alone
So hott, I wanna get you stoned
So hott, I don't wanna be your friend
I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again

You're so hott, I wanna get you alone
I wanna get you stoned
I don't wanna be your friend
I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again
See you again
See you again

It's getting late I haven't seen my date so tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock Want to get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a bar full of wino's And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright Packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a woman to see me right I could use a little muscle to get what I need I'll drink a fifth of jack and scream out "She's with me!" A couple of sounds that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats from the bottom of a glass Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright [Solo] Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's all right [x3]

Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends huh
I've been that route...too many times
If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin' no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear
I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ass

Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
'cause I've got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808's hummin'
Raw raw rip rock rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
When I turned 19 I was touring with ice cube
It's true...I'm from the old school
Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be

I'm still the...body rocking three emcee...so clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate

See me rollin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun

I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a mack, I'm a truck, but I'm peter built
I am the trucker and my ego's large
I'm the k to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them harley's revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 lp's but I ain't got no hits
And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a g
I'm a deadhead runnin' from the d-p-d
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer
Biltmore beavers and a top dog coat
Top car 4 vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain't all that I'll be back my man
Rolllin' you got me rollin'

I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun

Rolllin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneat the sun

Days roll by¡­they roll too fast
I said days roll by...i watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with rock
And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh...yeah

Rolllin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun

Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh
I've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain't nobody playin what I'm tryin' to hear
I've been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass

Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain't got nothin more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you'll see me comin
My gun's gunnin and the 808's hummin
Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It's true I'm from the old school
Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be

I'm still the...body rocking three emcee
So clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate

See me rollin
You got me rollin
I'm rollin
Searchin underneath the sun

Huh...Huh I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin hear them Harley's revvin
I'm steppin to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits
And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you'll be swingin like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain't all that I'll be back my man

Rolllin...you got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin undearneath the sun

Rolllin...you got me rollin
I'm rollin
Searching undearneath the sun

Uh
Come on
Feel me
Days roll by they...roll too fast
I said days roll by...I watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh Yeah
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun

Sittin' here alone
I'm lookin back on where I've roamed
And laughing, oh how I swore
I'd win and not get burned

Left my family, left my home
I worked my fingers to the bone
And there was not a stone
I did not leave unturned
And I was having a good time

Oh, roll on
Roll on, roller coaster
We're one day older
And one step closer
Roll on, there's mountains to climb
Roll on, we're on borrowed time
So roll on roller coaster
Roll on tonight

Money and success
I don't complain about the stress
I wanted this and now its here
So I don't bitch

And I swear that time's a trick
It disappears oh so quick
Man I was just 16,
Now I'm staring at 36
But I'm still having a good time! (Good time!)

Oh, roll on
Roll on, roller coaster
We're one day older
And one step closer
Roll on, there's mountains to climb
Roll on, we're on borrowed time
So roll on roller coaster
Roll on tonight (Roll on tonight)

And I know it's hard to see
With the sun in your eyes
But one day you're gonna say
I saw the light

And now headin' for the hill
And I just cannot wait until
My children grow up
To have children of their own

And I'll be telling them about
The times I turned the party out
And how I stood
Against an army all alone

Drinkin' wine and stayin' high
And realized it couldn't last
And how I turned myself around
And went down another path

And the signs we must observe
When life's changes do occur
But most of all I'll tell them
Just how proud I am of them
And always have a good time
It's all love and good times
Let's all have a good time

Oh, roll on
Roll on, roller coaster
We're one day older
And one step closer
Roll on, there's mountains to climb
Roll on, we're on borrowed time
So roll on roller coaster
Roll on tonight (Roll on tonight)

I lived 14, 95 and 19, 48
I throwed a rock and roll party on my last birthday
But it's good, 'cause I'm rockin' my life away
My name is Jerry Lee Lewis
And I'm durned sure here to stay

I said streamline, fleetline, or military brass
You know the general's daughter
But The Killer's top class
Oh, I'm rockin'
Hey, I'm rockin' my life away
Hey! I love to Rock 'N' Roll
And I'm here
And I'm here to stay
Yeah!

Play it Jimmy!

Ho!

Well, ya better get up off your humper
Don't you know that's what I think
'Cause I'm a mean piano-mother-humper

Shakin' off my fingers and rockin'
Honey, my life away-e
Hey!
Lord knows, Jerry Lee Lewis is here to stay
Alright!

I said rock
They call it Rock n' Roll, baby
Rock n' Roll
It's here to stay
I really don't, really don't, really don't
Give a damn what they say

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On
It's good enough for Jerry Lee
Great Ball of Fire, mama
Hang it in with me

Oh, I'm here to stay
Jerry Lee, he heats, Louisiana, Mississippi
Makes no difference, Tennessee
Oh Lord!

Ho!

I lived 14, 95 and 19, 48
I throwed a rock and roll party on my last birthday
But it's good, 'cause I'm rockin' my life away
My name is Jerry Lee Lewis
And I'm durned sure here to stay

I said streamline, fleetline, or military brass
You know the general's daughter
But The Killer's top class
Oh, I'm rockin'
Hey, I'm rockin' my life away
Hey! I love to Rock 'N' Roll
And I'm here
And I'm here to stay
Yeah!

Play it Jimmy!

Ho!

Well, ya better get up off your humper
Don't you know that's what I think
'Cause I'm a mean piano-mother-humper

Shakin' off my fingers and rockin'
Honey, my life away-e
Hey!
Lord knows, Jerry Lee Lewis is here to stay
Alright!

I said rock
They call it Rock n' Roll, baby
Rock n' Roll
It's here to stay
I really don't, really don't, really don't
Give a damn what they say

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On
It's good enough for Jerry Lee
Great Ball of Fire, mama
Hang it in with me

Oh, I'm here to stay
Jerry Lee, he heats, Louisiana, Mississippi
Makes no difference, Tennessee
Oh Lord!

Ho!

[scratching]
"Whoo! Thank you very much, couple of songs from our new LP we'd like to do for you right now..."

15 years on this lonely road
I paid my own way
I carried my own load
I never ask too much from no one
I was much too proud
All I ever wanted
Was to play my music for a sold out crowd

Bitches money fame
They say I had it all
6 foot 1
I walked around like I was 10 feet tall
Did you see me shine
Where the hell were you now
Detroit Rock City back in '99
Stoned out of my mind

On that rock n' roll pain train
I had to slow things down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground
Life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you

Now I've been rollin' on love and lust
I ride around on this million dollar bus
But this is just a bus man
I can't sleep at night
Man I miss my babies
And I'd really like to fuck my wife
But she ain't here tonight

On that rock n' roll pain train
After the lights go down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground
Life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you

I've seen this train wreck
Time and time again
I felt its pain
I've seen it take my friends
You've got to stop and take a look man
Or life will pass you by
Get you a guitar and a good song
That's all you really need to ride

On that rock n' roll pain train
I can't slow it down
The music and the whiskey
Don't it make you wanna get loud
Life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
The sun will always shine on you.

"As I mention near the close of the last record,
this record you are now playing is another example of the Completion Backward Principle.
If you can possibly manage the time, please play both sides at one medium."

Let the sun shine
Let the sun shine on you
Let the sun shine
Just let the sun shine on you
Let the sun shine
Just let the sun shine on you
Let the sun shine
Just let the sun shine on you
Let the sun shine
Just let the sun shine on you
You got to let the sun shine
Just let the sun shine down on you
Let the sun shine, let the sun shine
Let the sun shine down on you
Let the sun shine, let the sun shine
Let the sun shine down on you.

Turn me up in the headphones

Been alotta cheap talk but I rock still
From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville
Sittin' high on a mountain top holdin' shop spreadin' the good news
Been alotta false prophets and quick hits
And a lot of unAmerican bullshit
But the time has come to settle and the devil's gonna make u choose

And just like a cold wind blowin' can u feel me comin' for u
Just like a freight train rollin' packed tight full of rhythm and blues

Testify
It's a Rock revival
Don't need a suit
Ya don't need a bible
Get up and dance
I'm gonna set you free yeah
Testify
It's all sex, drugs, rock n roll
A soul sensation that you can't control
And you can see I practice what I preach
I'm your rock n roll Jesus
Yes I am

Been alotta bling bling but it ain't real
And alotta new kings but I won't kneel
Sittin' high on a mountain top, holdin' shop singin' the raw dog blues
Like in old Mississippi's dirty cotton fields
Or in Detroit City's unforgotten wheels
It's the same song spinning but the same song's always been true

And I'm gonna take my roll cuz I ain't got nothin' to lose
And I'm gonna save your soul if it's really what you want me to do

Testify
It's a Rock revival
Don't need a suit
Ya don't need a bible
Get up and dance
I'm gonna set you free yeah
Testify
It's all sex, drugs, rock n roll
A soul sensation that you can't control
And you can see I practice what I preach
I'm your rock n roll Jesus

Get on your knees

I'm your rock n roll Jesus

Are you tired of hanging out in your
car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired
of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving
any medical attention cause of lack of insurance?
If these are a few problems that plague you and
your friends, this november when you go up that
ballid box and you see the proposition marked

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank
some disagree because me rents had bank
but all that's gold non't always glitter
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
Please God Please I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there's too much hardship there's too much pain
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but parasites can't fake the Rock
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success
and suckers that step shall be put to rest
yes, I hold the key to my own success
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
never was in a posse never wanted to be
now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti
and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world's end don't worry me
and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
fussin with the girls they waste my time
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
crucified by the critics everyday
cause I ain't really got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
but only at night because I'm a day tripper
twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
but still life goes on
visions of red shoot through my head
and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.

There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
And that's a hoe
God damn holly hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
Where's my dough
It's startin to snow
All I want is the dollas
I've been a pimp so long I knew gahndi when he had an afro

Pimp, hold my dick like a holster
All the girls want a Kid Rock poster
And be able to both stay looked at
The number one pimp with the number one rap
What's up with that
Well I'm a cool cat
With the rap
That's harder than a pimp slap
And because I do so much pimpin
One day I'll probably walk with a limp
And drive a big Lincoln
Wearin an unbuttoned shirt
And be a fifty-five year old pervert
But for now rap's the occupation
But one day watch I'll be Pimp Of The Nation

Hoes are rustlic
Daddy's in the house
We got hoes and hoes and hoes
Prices so low
We pratically given the coochie coo away
Shake that booty, Shake that booty
Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell
God Damn It

Pimp of the Nation, I could be it
As a matter of a fact, I for see it
But only pimpin hoes with the big tush
While you be left pimpin Barbra Bush
What's up granny
First name Annie
Dried up cunt and a saggin fanny
The highlight of your sex adventures
You wanna suck this take out your denchers
A show of life is all I'm givin
Old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin
But for now rap's the occupation
But watch one day I'll be Pimp Of The Nation

I got all the hookers, God Damn It
I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy, Nasty Nancy, and Tammy Toe Jam
All of them ready, willing, and able to give the mack daddy all the dollas
And all the coochie coo till death do we part
Hahahaha

I have hoes like horses in a stable
Rich, famous, willing, and able
First off Ja Ja Kubore and tiffer gore
Is my highest paid whore
And for some hot booty waxin
Fake ass Latoya Jackson
Rosanne Barr is my newest trick
While on the beach I prune her with the dick
And the bitch who fucks with my cash
Robin Givens I'll whip your ass
Yeah Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Don't you fuck with me
I'll be Pimp of the Nation

Bitc...bit...bitc...bit...bitch
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped

Ah yeah who's pimpin out there
Uh huh
The Midwest is pimpin
Detroit is pimpin
Mt. Clemens is pimpin
Romeo is pimpin
The black man he pimpin
KDC he's pimpin
Bo your pimpin
I said Tom he's pimpin
Chuck and Murph their pimpin
D he's pimpin
Boner is pimpin
Ben he pimpin
Ralph C is pimpin
The young brothers are pimpin
Eli your pimpin
I said Tony your pimpin
Hey Chicago your pimpin
Mr. Lee your pimpin
My pops is pimpin
My bro D he's pimpin
Jay C he's pimpin
Dice Sound is pimpin
Dougie Doug is pimpin
D-Nice he's pimpin
Chuck Nice is pimpin
Barry White he's pimpin
New York's pimpin
I said Philly is pimpin
Oakland your pimpin
Too Short your pimpin
Arseno Hall your pimp...pimp...pimpin
Eddie Murphy your pimpin
Jive Records your pimpin
RCA is pimpin
Top Dogg is pimpin
Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit
Ah hah hah
Word em up
Word em up
Kid Rock
Kid...Kid Rock
Kid...Kid Rock
And I'm Pimp of the Nation
Hah hah haha
Word
You stay on third base
I'm goin home with the bacon baby
Hahahaha
Peace

Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night
at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine
in three damn days
Filling up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
I wonder if I'll ever
chainge my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you
While I'm lying next to her
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you
while I'm lying next to her
I called you last night
in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half hearted
smiles tell me something
just ain't right
I've been waiting on you
for a long time
Filling up on heartaches
and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you
in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you
while I'm lying next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you
while I'm lying next to him

I saw you yesterday
with an old friend
It was the same old same
how have you been
Since you've been gone
my world's been dark and grey
You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were
coming home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand
why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say
I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you
To come back home
I just called to say I love you
Come back home

KID ROCK
Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her

(oooooooooooo)

SHERYL CROW
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right
I've been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him

(oooooooooo)

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him

(oooooooooo)

I saw you yesterday with an old friend

KID ROCK
It was the same ole same "how have you been?"

BOTH
Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey

KID ROCK
You reminded me of brighter days

SHERYL CROW
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was headed to church

KID ROCK
I was off to drink you away

BOTH
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home

(ooooooooo)

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you
To come back home
I just called to say I love you
Come back home

Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin
"fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long
fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn"
and while your out gang bangin
tring to catch a murder case
your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face
bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam
this aint tennis, but yo i'll use my backhand
on any grown man that tries to check Rock
i wanna head back, i gotta hip hop.
cause i'm gonna stick with what got me paid
lickin that coochie with the high top fade
i'm self made like Henry Ford
i'm on this mic. but it feels like i been here before.
i want more than the next man
resepct, plus to cash big checks
and mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray
cause to reach around just sounds so gay
i dont even swing that way
i told you hoes before i'm the K
I to the D R O C Kin, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
turntable spinnin at a baseent jam
no fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
what it's like to be so real
you got the beats and the rhymes, but you aint got no feel
i dont need the fancy music to make mine
just the beat and the funky ass base line
drop a couple cuts on the track
8 tracks to the mother fuckin wack
so while your making record that dont recoup
i'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop yeah
Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin
"fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long
fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn"
i want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
i want an order of fries with a side of greese
i wish for peace throughout this land
i want the whole fuckin world in my hands
i want a band like the US Funk Mob
see i can rap i dont hafta lay side just to make ends meet
October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
(boy aren't you a little old to be trickin)
you see my mask and bag bitch, i aint bullshittin
hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
i'm kinda anial , cause i aint no fuckin slob
i'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
but still i'm labeled and treated like a doormat
where's the whores at?
Westside hoes like cars, so i ride em for a test drive
i'm like a pringle, i wont go soft.
i got a new jingle, i'm about to go off
hey ho, check it out, i really like to turn you out.
and if you be good to me,
i'll yoodle in your valley
Kid Rock aint nothing nice
got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
got a head full of lice cause i'm such a scum
got a pocket full of money, but i'm dressed like a bum
got a business mind, so if i loose the funk,
i'll still be in the house gettin paid like Trump
ha ha ha, yeah
uhh, uhh Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin
"fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long
fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn
ohhhhhhh yeah come on comew on ababy
all night long
fuck me baby, fuck me baby
come on, come on, come on
fuck me baby, love me baby yeah
oh come on pretty baby, all night long
fuck me baby, come on fuck me baby
come on and do me daddy, all night long
umm, oh yeah

I've been sittin' here, tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself
Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me

And I feel like number one, yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son, and it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills, it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple dollar bills, still I feel the same

Everybody knows my name, they say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me, it's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay, to be some big shot like I am
Outstretched hands and one night stands, still I can't find love

And when your walls come tumblin' down
I will always be around

And when your walls come tumblin' down
I will always be around

People don't know 'bout the things I say and do
They don't understand 'bout the shit that I've been through
It's been so long, since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long

Maybe I forgot, all the things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times, and I still stand firm
You get what you put in, and people get what they deserve

Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin', I've been walking that there line
So I think I'll keep on walking, with my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why

Only God, only God
Only, God knows why
Only God, knows, why why why
Only God knows why

Take me to the river
Hey won't you take me to the river
Hey hey hey

I've been sittin here
Tryin to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds
just like me
And I feel like number one
Yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son
And it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills
it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills
but still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name
They say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me
It's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
To be some big shot like I am
Out strecthed hands
and one night stands
Still I can't find love
And when your walls
come tumbling down
I will always be around

And when your walls
come tumbling down
I will always be around
People don't know about the things
I say and do
They don't understand about the shit
that I've been through
It's been so long
since I've been home
I've been gone
I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's
more to life than this
I said it too many times
And I still stand firm
You get what you put in
And people get what they deserve
Still I ain't seen mine
No I ain't seen mine
I've been giving
just ain't been gettin
I've been walking that there line
So I think I'll keep a walking
With my head held high
I'll keep moving on
and only God knows why
Only God
Only God
Only God knows why
Only God knows why why why
Only God knows why
Take me to the river edge
Take me to the river hey hey hey

I've been sittin' here, tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself
Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me

And I feel like number one, yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son, and it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills, it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple dollar bills, still I feel the same

Everybody knows my name, they say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me, it's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay, to be some big shot like I am
Outstretched hands and one night stands, still I can't find love

And when your walls come tumblin' down
I will always be around

And when your walls come tumblin' down
I will always be around

People don't know 'bout the things I say and do
They don't understand 'bout the shit that I've been through
It's been so long, since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long

Maybe I forgot, all the things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times, and I still stand firm
You get what you put in, and people get what they deserve

Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin', I've been walking that there line
So I think I'll keep on walking, with my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why

Only God, only God
Only, God knows why
Only God, knows, why why why
Only God knows why

Take me to the river
Hey won't you take me to the river
Hey hey hey

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

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

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

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

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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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!

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

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!

"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"

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!!