Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho,
From the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing,
Pot smokin beer drinkin mother fucker that's
me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the best In the
muther fuckin midwest
cuz there's no contest
For the pimp in the pimp of the nation,
so fuck college and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold hands,
then we could live in peace in my homeland
God damn the way my pain swells,
I spend all my time killin brain cells
The light shed on me was a dim gleam,
so I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam
Droppin dots or sniffin that blow black,
I go to sleep at night watchin Kojak
fuck hoes cuz I'm no big fag,
roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags
When I shoot I never miss,
and if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it
like this...
People wanna know what I'm thinkin but I don't
care so,
I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo
Just a wild young buck,
Got banned from the shelter but I really don't
give a fuck
Cuz I still be clownin suckers be frownin.
Forties of Busch I be poundin
I ain't dead in the head like Manson,
I'm more laid back than muther fuckin Ted Danson
Hanson brother style when I'm rumblin,
couple of shots of Don Q and I be stumblin
Fumblin footballs hangin in the pool halls,
out late night with my crew stealin U-hauls
I'm not into havin clean fun,
I step into the party strapped with a machine
gun
But I'm no gangster like Gotti,
"I'm just an m.c. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in black plus a new track,
and I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I never miss,
and if I played the guitar I'd probably strum
it like this...
So give it up bitch cuz I'm the kid rock,
and today I know u don't wanna get shot
U look gay you're too cliche,
so fuck all y'all hoes and yo chuck pass the
jay
Sellin me out like bitches to make a quick buck,
but muther fuckers like y'all just have no luck
Your little plan was a flop,
tryin to get em on by sellin out the kid rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
and I'm glad u stepped off cuz I ain't no free
rides
U little bald headed peon,
and fuck it mother fucker if u want it lets get
the beef on
Cuz I'm sure I'm sure ya,
are gonna try to come back around but I'll ignore
ya
It only takes one shot to floor ya;
Cuz I'm kid rock bitch and I'm realmutha for
ya
Better jet so cuz I won't let no hoes from the
metro,
take mine,
"what up doe"
Come look son I'm number one...
"Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight zone with Rod Serling,
I ain't goin bald so fuck Sy Sperling
When I shoot I never miss,
and if I played the harmonica I'd probably blow
it like this...
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 time,
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.
Have you ever known a free lancer?
Thinks that he's a camper,
Known around my way as the cramper
Like P.M.S. always pokin,
But he won't go away with a little Motrin
Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder,
The worms kinda like i guess a modern day Felix
Unger
When ya first meet em ya think he's O.K.,
But then you learn a little bit of the cramper
goes a long way
Hear say here I say thru the grapevine,
He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line
Just like a little fuckin fag,
He always wants to get high but never has a bag
Never works says he can't find the right job,
Ain't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad
He's the dampest there's no one damper,
Huh huh.... he's the muther fuckin cramper
Now the crampers red, there's no one redder,
He rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater
He's sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer,
U come home he's at your house drinkin your last
beer
Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him,
always wearin out his mother fuckin welcome
And then sporty's never that cautious,
he sips from your forty and he always backwashes
Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it,
let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks
it
He's the dampest, there's no one damper,
Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin cramper
5. THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND (WHAT'S MY NAME)
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo
black,
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess,
It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get
loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and,
so enticing,
strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows,
that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash,
slash and when I trash I bash,
I get ill I chill but u don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick,
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps,
and u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks
that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I,
although I've tried every method just to get
high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on,
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on,
but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.,
as I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me
what's my name???
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in,
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim,
gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo,
and for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Becuz the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo,
and I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me and fuck
all u cops u ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun,
so stay off my dick becuz I ain't the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up,
U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up,
and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one,
and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes
son
Yo ain't no sucker,
Cuz I'm the kid.."rock muther fucker"
Straight from motown and I won't slow down,
I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down
And I show no shame,
cuz I'm down for mine,
now tell me what's my name
It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand,
I'm the kid ya dig and I'm a rock the whole land
Cuz no man can make a track this grand,
and if you know what I know than just....
I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think,
like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't
stink
No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro,
dressed in black head to toe thinkin you're so
fuckin euro
Tryin to act Manhattan when you're from some
little village,
In a Public Enemy shirt and it's all for your
image
Cuz any other rap you think it's crap,
fuckin trash;
Bitch talk your shit just never let me get that
ass,
cuz...
(Chorus)I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no
more
Back in school I knew this chick her name was
Sara Bolerdies,
and she thought she was the shit becuz she dated
older guys
Dumb bitch fuckin whore always wanted to get
laid,
but never gave the pussy up to anybody in her
grade
Played me like a sucker,
like a bitch,
like a punk,
that little pussy lickin finger fuckin ho ass
cunt
Never once did she speak to anybody in her class,
so one day I told her never let me get that ass,
cuz...
(Chorus)I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no
more
Now all u bitches gettin fucked,
gettin drunk,
smokin buddha,
Gettin laid and gettin played like fuckin Amy
Papuda
Better chill with that before u kill the cat,
before u spend your fuckin life lying on your
back
U ain't gotta let me fuck u to be liked,
get a grip, shit I'll like u just the same if
u suck a good dick
And yo I'm not speakin to all u girls at my shows,
I'm speakin directly to all u fuckin bitches
and hoes,
Huh,
cuz I love women ones who chill drink and laugh,
But if your fake ho don't ever cross my muther
fuckin path,
cuz...(Chorus)
Back in the muther fuckin saddle,
my six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a
battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner,
my saddle horn rubs right and yo it's givin me
a boner
I got thoughts of Annie Oakley,
but that buck toothed tramp in that last town
she broke me
And we didn't even fuck,
I gave my last gold tooth 'n gold nugget to get
my dick sucked
3 days out on the frontier,
and I'd kill for a cheap whore and a barrel of
cold beer
I need a slut for a service,
I take a peak at the shiip and they all run away
nervous
Man I gotta get my rocks off,
cuz my Wranglers don't fit right unless my cock's
soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
(Chorus)I'm a desperate rado,
didn't take any practice.
A desperate rako,
got a cock like a cactus
Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote,
horny as a toad trippin off peyote
Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by the sack,
I'm known thru out the west as the pie eyed mack
And to the law I'm no stranger,
I'm wanted dead or alive cuz I shot the Lone
Ranger
And then Tonto tried to get down,
so I boned his bitch slit hes throat and then
I skipped town
That's the way I run my show,
paint towns red,
fuck hoes and then I lay low
I know you think I'm archaic,
but my dick's like a sword,
I see pussy and wanna slay it
Out on the plains it gets linely,
sometimes I feel homely,
new faces,
new towns no one knows me
Guns cocked in my holster,
u see my face in each town nailed to a pole on
a poster
I'm always lookin for the quick buck,
then always blowin my cash on a bitch with a
big butt
Some say my head's hollow,
Fuck em....I'm just a
(Chorus II)Desperate rado,
trottin thru the bad lands,
A desperate rado,
tokin down with all the cowhands
A desperate rado,
didn't take much practice,
A desperate rado,
got a cock like a cactus
Now I fuck whores by the scores up ten fold on
any fellow,
in any town I can be found at the local bordello
Never yellow never chicken listen for my spurs
draggin,
and when I'm kickin dust you better circle up
the wagons
So when I rip thru your town don't be gawkin,
just tip your hat and Tex keep walkin
Cuz I'm a gun slingin top hand,
fuck with me and you'll go out like Custer at
his last stand
I'm a low down buckaroo,
if you leave me alone with your mother then I'll
fuck her too
Cuz I'm a sidewinding nomad,
and morals in upbringing is something that I
never had
Known as the ruff ridin Texan,
a bad buck from the day of my inception.
And I was raised in the poor house,
my mother kicked me out so she could start a
whore house
Now since the day I left the corral,
I've been on a quest for the plant that's called
mescal
Cuz pale rider once pulled me aside,
and told me that high was the best way to ride...
(Chorus III)Now I'm a desperate rado,
always lookin for a fight,
A desperate rado,
puffin on a peace pipe
I'm a desperate rado,
on the run from the law,
A desperate rado baddest one you ever saw
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go,
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys,
hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin,
not wacked I don't try to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts,
bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone-
Hit bound from the Motown allen,
fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.,
park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and
rip shit up
An now I've toured this nation,
pimp of the nation,
pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step,
me,
Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches,
they think I'm sexist,
but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs,
bacon,
home cooked fries,
and gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class,
just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash,
invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed,
moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it,
cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex,
sex,
run of the next,
flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the
suckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the,
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme,
I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic
like
Every time fuck I don't eat no manwich,
kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
Somebody said I'm the best in the Motown,
but this town ain't shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied,
they fessed,
bitch I'm the best in the mother fuckin midwest
Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it,
sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick,
Got more cash than fuckin White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn't pushed for shit,
so Jive Records,
yo,
go and suck a fat dick
Cuz I'm rippin like a chainsaw,
yes I'm that raw,
laughin at ya suckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up,
take a hit and then pass it,
That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis,
I pimp to the beat,
two in the front and two hoes in the back seat
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
(Chorus I)U never loved me u 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...
(Chorus II)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???
(Chorus III)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!!!!?@#!!!!
Cruisin thru town in my jacked up truck,
eyes open cuz I'm scopin for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth
Now get,
get with it looked across the street,
I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat,
rolled up on the freak and I started to speak
But before I sould talk she go grabbed my dick,
licked her lips and started talkin that porno
shit
She said look here I know you're Kid Rock,
then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallw your
cock"
Well blow me up and then blow me down,
cuz I think i just found the biggest freak in
town
And now I can't wait to get her back to my house,
set her down on her knees and put my balls in
her mouth
(Chorus) Balls in your mouth,
balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your
mouth"
Back to my crib with no delay,
big grin on my grill and not much to say
Except her yo bitch how's about,
I drop my my drawers and put my balls in your
mouth?
Next the cutie started rubbin my back,
then she put a finger right between my booty
crack
So I grabbed her wrist quick and said hold up
slut,
"Ain't nobody stickin mothin in my butt"
Now right then I knew I had a ho and a half,
and all I could do is sit back and laugh
Stare at teh sieling thinking about,
this chick I just met's got my balls in her mouth
(Chorus) Balls in your mouth,
balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your
mouth"
After I busted my nuts I drove her to the cut,
she said "I hope you don't think that I'm a big
slut,
And please don't tell anyone what we've been
thru",
Next day I told the whole fuckin crew
Spread the news thru the whole damn town,
and to the chick it musta got back around
So I told the ho sorry and tried to make amends,
but she tried to front me in front of my friends
Runnin off at the lip talking all that shit,
that I'm a bitch,
I'm a prick and that I got a small dick
I just waited till she walked away to shout,
"Fuck you bitch,
u had my balls in your mouth !!!"
(Chorus) Balls in your mouth,
Balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your
mouth"
Dum diti dum dang dang di dum,
2 bums in an alley with a bottle of rum
1 bum said look Jack I'm the shit,
put his knees to his ears and sucked his own
dick
My mothers crazy I think she sniffs glue,
she never liked me and I know that's true
Kicked me out the crib becuz I got a tattoo.
No one loves me and no one cares,
and all I ever get is funny stares
I can't help it if I'm nothin but a wino,
so I hang at the zoo chillin witht he rhinos
Stealin bottles of booze outta A & P,
I know a girl at Denny's and I always eat free
Got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper,
for Christmas I bought the old man the Clapper
I'm so dapper u can call me Dan,
but they call me round eye when I'm chilin in
Japan
Got a bad ass bitch adn she ain't no dike,
but fuck that ho and let me tell ya what I like
I like bean burritos from Taco Bell,
I like trippin on acid with Dick Vitale
My hair ain't plastic and my clothes aren't clashin,
I write my rhymes on a schooner in a 90's fashion
Took too many many trip and now I can's stop
trippin,
my mellow D. killed a rat in the kitchen
U think u toke tuff I'd disagree,
nobody blows more doobs than Richard D.
I get ill on hoes who I know ain't fertile,
I'm a real jet setter like Cecil turtle
I'm down with Bill Bands so Fuck Joe Glover,
and while I'm at it muther fuck fat ass Sally
Struthers
U look fine girl kinda undercover,
but I can't fuck ya cuz you look like my mother
I said dang digee dang di dang dang,
it ain't Eric Estrada or Kool and The Gang
U know I hand in the Clem chillin on the strip,
with all them mother fuckers who slang that shit
U know I'm a pimp hold my dick like a holster,
u sing it "all the girls want a kid rock poster"
Lifes a big joke and that's how it strikes me,
but fuck it cuz I know "Somebody up there likes
me."
(assholes are only assholes, fo sho.)
15. T.V. DINNER
16. PANCAKE BREAKFAST
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe,
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for
pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it,
my problems life but I don't sweat it,just live
it
And I'm not your average rapper,
got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back,
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky,
some say I can't flow but muther fucker don't
test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop,
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this
cock
Kid Rock's my mother fuckin name
bitch u know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out,
cuz I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand,
and I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly,
but most just call me when they wanna get high.
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid muther fucker,
it's the outlasting shotgun-blasting,
dick-swingin,
pussy linkin punk,
little skinny muther fucker and I'm not
no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks,
and I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp cuz I pimp like a pro,
and if ya dis me punk,
I'll fuck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a
young punk,
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah,
and it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick,
jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock,
What's up?
Stop being a jerk,
and just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
Cuz it's blackjack and I got two aces,
been many places,
seen many faces
and everywhere I go people wanna jive,
so I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path,
or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho,
pass the J,
then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
to the beat y'all and I won't stop,
and I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie,
but I don't let bullshit spoil my high
A bottle of jack's got my manager grinnin,
yeah that's me that keeps the turntables spinnin
I'm countin cards and I keep on winnin,
I know God hates me cuz I'm always sinnin
U don't know me blow me ho you wanna get hot,
you'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the
Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast
could,
tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint
Eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin,
makin a lotta money but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart,
and I don't give a fuck u can't buy my tape in
K-Mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass
wipe,
or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass
pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague,
but still I'd look better than a puppet tryin
to get paid
Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude,
and send ya runnin,
playin pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
Cuz I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth
is mental,
and I'm a tear shit up like they did in South
Central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a bitch,
nobody ever loved u so you're the son of a dick
I'm a product of a young girl top in her class,
you're a product of a hooker who was sellin that
ass
And your styles in the past it's old and dusty,
so from now on I'm callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted,l
so now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare,
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white
hair
An yo buck won't you please be a friend?
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick
her up at 10.
My ideas like highs,
they come and they go,
it seems I've forgotten what I need to know
I feel I'm wasting time at night when I sleep,
someone so shallow that's in so deep
So I patch the holes that yet haven't appeared,
completely blinded but things are so clear
I know just what to do but why the fuck should
I bother,
I;m content sitting at the right hand of our
father
Fuckin A is all I got to say,
give me peace of mind and I'll be on my way
I was born into this world and I don't know why,
so all I'm doing's passing time before I die.
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo,
my flow is slow and it's ya know my first time
on radio
Now some say I'm foul,
some say I'm wild,
and that all might be true,
but it did not happen overnight,
so let me tell my tale to you
It started out when I was six just tellin dirty
jokes,
my mother overheard and washed my mouth out with
soap
Now as I grew I always knew what it was for me
to do,
never front just be blunt and always tell the
truth
Never fake,
I never act like something that I'm not,
remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived
around your block
You thought that I was crazy like a dog chasin
it's tail,
and by the time I turned of legal age I'd probably
be in jail
In school my teachers thought I was just a foul
mouthed freak,
now their yearly salary is what I make in just
one week
So to thepeople who used to say u think u know
it all,
maybe I do and maybe I don't but right now I'm
standin tall...
And u don't know me,
It's funny how one kid can cause so much confusion;
Parents should be happy I'm the dop their kids
are using
Now some people think this business is all fame
and glory,
but there's a flip side to that truth so let
me kick my story
It took me oh so long to reach the point I'm
at;
Every time I take one stip forward they push
me two steps back
I give an inch they take a mile some try to cramp
my style,
they try to diss they shoot they miss,
I walk off with a smile
But time will pass and I'll out last anyone who
doubts me,
and the booty naked truth is u don't know shit
about me
So when I'm in your town to nearst mic please
kindly show me,
so u can see what's really me and find out u
don't know me
Cuz u don't know me
Now u might wanna party man so here's your party
jam:
Hey girly in that skirt I want u just like Uncle
Sam
Let's knock boots,
let's knock boots right down to the nitty gritty,
with every drind 'n every blink u seem to get
more pretty
So out the bar straight to my car now what's
left to do,
she was sayin I love u so I said yeah I love
u to
(Ha!)
Next day I awoke,
I almost choked who's bringin me inside,
my head was ringin,
heard people singin "here comes the bride"
Thinkin just what was I drinkin as I looked around
to see,
the girl I met last night was at the alter waitin
on me
Next thing I know I'm face to face with holy
matrimony,
looked at that bitch and I quick screamin
u don't know me...She didn't know me
Girls around this country think I'm nasty think
I'm sexist,
but they bought my first L.P.
u know-Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast
Sayin ooh your this and oooh your that uh uh
uh hold up cutie.
What's your favorite song off that L.P.?
"Ah, Wax that Booty"
A lesson taught,
I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny,
but close minded people thought I was only out
to make money
But check on back cuz it's a fact obscenity is
no new thing,
remember Chuck Berry and when he sang My Ding
A Ling?
But for me I feel what I see and I say just what
I feel,
and in this world everything I see u know is
all too real
Even though I don't look the same cuz I cut off
my flat top,
I'll always say just what I feel cuz that's the
real Kid Rock...
And u don't know me.
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