Warm Winter( Crow Salvation Soundtrack ) Ha You took my friends away, yeah You got them livin' for the grave Now everything's been fine since you been gone But you made my winter's feel so warm I'm livin' for the soul that ain't been born Yeah See the suckers come down It's alright Mother Fucker Come see You played my soul for your Fucking fool Yeah down in the beat You took my life and turned it around But you made my winters feel so warm I'm livin' for the soul that ain't been born Yeah See the suckers come down It's alright Mother Fucker Come see Yeaahhhh Your making me feel this way I can't live everytime I'm in my grave Yeah...Yeah You got time burning the place on me, yeah Oh never alone, I've been fine, yeah Yeaahhhh Your making me feel this way Yeah...Yeah I guess I'm livin' everytime you sit in my grave You got the joke to break on me So I'm never alone, I've been fine Kid Rock Index Is That You ?Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass Let me in, ho, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing But don't get all geek slut Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt What's this clown shit about? A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!! Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for The whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lake side You driving me home, well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your ass on the centar Ho, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yoddle in it Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every fucking day Cuz it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfucker Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya... Kid Rock Index Somebody's Gotta Feel ThisI used to party with the Betties on the lower east side Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides G-rides with a hundred spokes to match We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing I wanna twang like Hang...rock like roll Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I never had a lot of money never made much sense Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed He?s rockin' dickie's slippin lickin? honey?s steady Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold Told my soul to glow it said get up and go And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me 'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because Somebody's gotta feel this 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 Feel this. Kid Rock Index IrresponsibleStop the world Livin life in the fast lane No time to feel, any pain The way you were brought up left you so stuck up Now all you are is just one big fuck up The liars, the beggars, the pushers with deed Never give you what you really need And its only now that you just find out All they they wanted to is make you bleed Where do I go, what's it all mean How I interfere so far in between Where am I goin, where have I been What is the circumstance of living here You drive yourself nuts tryin to figure this out Findin the answer to what life's about For the more that you ask, the less that you see When a part of this is just one giant apacrosee As a part of you glows, then the audience grows Fall to their knees, they'll worship thee And the TV plays, its Simon says Can I make this bread, get me the fuck outta here Stop the world, I wanna get off, I cant take this bullshit This place is so bad its makin me talk this place is a fuckin hell Im so tired of the bullshit swelt Mess with me Im bound to get tough Stop the world, I wanna get off Everyday is like a sentence V-V-V-Verdicted crimal doin pendence Before I sin, there is no repentence You are the sourcerer's apprentice They're living crime before they're dying And yes there is no denying Then the referee call's gonna save us all Instead we find that they are lying As a part of you glows, then the audience grows Fall to their knees, they'll worship thee And the TV plays, its Simon says Can I make this bread, get me the fuck outta here Stop the world, I wanna get off, I cant take this bullshit This place is so bad its makin my talk this place is a fuckin hell Im so tired of the bullshit swelt Mess with me Im bound to get tough Stop the world, I wanna get off I wanna tell you thats its gonna be fine Feel thy need, say it all the time But the truth is, you gotta live smart Stick up for yourself, take it to the heart As a part of you glows, then the audience grows Fall to their knees, they'll worship thee And the TV plays, its Simon says Can I make this bread, get me the fuck outta here Stop the world, I wanna get off, I cant take this bullshit This place is so bad its makin me talk this place is a fuckin hell Im so tired of the bullshit swelt Mess me Im bound to get tough Stop the world, I wanna get off Stop the world, stop the world Stop the world, stop the world Stop the world, stop the world Stop the world, stop the world Kid Rock Index Kyle's Mom's A Big Fat BitchKid Rock (in background): Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma Straight out of tailor, Joe C. Joe C.: Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know and she stinks like shit! Remember back when, the day when she was skinny, Now she's fucked cause she still thinks she's pritty I Just laugh, and walk on past saying: "Shit, god damn thats a big fat ass!" Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip, But I still let her suck this ten foot dick! Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down with Kid Rock, and the South Park Click I don't know much, But I know this shit: Kyle's Momma's a Big Fat Bitch! Kid Rock: Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Joe C.: She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch! Kid Rock (in background): Kid Rock... check it, un hu, un hu... Kid Rock: My homme named Kyle lives up the block, Got a big fat mom that sucks my cock! Non stop, she's a sight to see, A real slappy bitch that dusts right by me. She might be the best suck in the Mountians, Ten times a week, but shit, who's counting? I'm astounded by the thing's she does, She's the suckinist, fuckinist creep there ever was! She aint a slut she's a supper groupie, Pass that bitch around like a dubbie! I don't Know much, but I know this: Kyle's Mom Is a Big Fat Bitch! Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Joe C.: She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch! Kid Rock (in background): Oh, shit.... Tell 'em Joe Joe C.: Im Joe C., the "C" stands for cool, I might be a fuck, but i aint no fool! I Just rolled from South Park to Boulder, Cause Kyles mom trippin' on that soil Boulder! Then I sold her, cause I'm like that freak ass pimp, But You Know that, I just pack all tracks like a puffy, Colorodo Bitches aint shit but yuppies. Wut up, I'm the J-O-E to the Mother Fucking C It's the place to be, I don't Know much but I know this, Kyle's Mom Is a Big Fat Bitch! Kid Rock: Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Joe C.: She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch! Kid Rock (In Background): You, that's right, Joe C., Kid Rock, The Twisted Brown Mother Fucking Trucker, This Goes out to all the Fat Bitches... Hehehe! Yo, Yo, let's make some wine. Kid Rock Index New Skin( From Methods Of Mayhem's ) ( Tommy Lee ) Now I'm sheddin' my skin Ya gotta listen to me I'll tell ya what I see, never believe what you read This fuck 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-denomanitional 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 what's been spilled Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel ( Kid Rock ) See the Kid Rock pumpin up and down your block with no cares Long hair, swingin middle fingers in the air People stare and point, I hit the joint and laugh Kiss my ass The past is more than 10 years I've grown From a complete unknown Into the high zone Million dollar home and a diamond ring Never thought I'd a mount to a damn thing I'm the man, sing like Curtis May Mack on homies like Ruby Ray It's been a long time comin, but you know what's happened Straight pimpin and sittin five times platinum 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 what's been spilled Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Yeah, yeah Can you feel what I feel Can you feel what I feel Can you feel what I feel Can you feel what I feel Kid Rock Index Blast( From the WCW Mayhem Album ) Ahhhhhhh, shit! Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin' house Feel the effects of my shotgun blast Mothers crying from these shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun blast People dying from these shotgun blasts 'Cause I'm rippin', flippin', crippin', like a real one does So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug 'Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin' duty 'Cause all these corney, foney emcee's now a days don't move me So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves Because I'm burryin' emcee's, and sharin' their ladies Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my babies Grab me it never hurt no one A broken home always hurts someone Grab me it never hurt no one I saw kids get shot, don't sell guns And still I rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does Rockin', shockin' on the stage, with a hell a steady buzz From a 5th of ol' Jimmy Beam We fryin' emcees up just like some motherfuckin' Jimmy Dean Sausage pattys, and smokin' cabbies like it's no thing Drinkin' more Colt's then the 45 king Swingin' emcees like a cow hands rope And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm straight slittin' throats 'Cause that's the way I like to do shit holmes Every time I get my gamble on Yeah that's the way I like to do shit holmes I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam Feel like I got bank, but it's not enough friend 'Cause I want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, 'cause I'm a cheep fuck Feel the effects of my shotgun blast Mothers crying from these shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun blast People dying from these shotgun blasts Kid Rock Index The School Of Old( From Run-D.M.C.'s Crown Royal ) ( Run ) Now the things I do make me a star And you can be too if you know who you are ( Kid Rock ) Like a BUm on the corner, big boy in a car Be the Kid in Kid Rock, with the baw-wit-da-baw Be hard as law, what you saw is law ( Run ) Once again my friend, it's DJ Run on tour ( Kid Rock ) Like DJ Run's his name ( Run ) Like Kid Rock is his ( Kid Rock ) He's D.M.C. it's like that and that's the way it is ( Run ) Beats get you open my voice is just like a (HURRA) Cane come invadin' your statement and made a (TERROR) Flows doin shows they knows I go (OVER) ( Kid Rock ) Hoes even chose to pose for this Rover ( Run ) Eyes come to see the three in live footage Jay Run and D.M.C., that's what the hood is ( Kid Rock ) Never been a time like this that's so vital ( Run ) "I'm the King of Rock".. cause that's my title Then take a count, one two three "Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C." ( Run ) ... You see, I.. ( Kid Rock ) Want respect ( Run ) And if I'm correct ( Kid Rock ) Well then you're all like a call that I had checked ( Run ) And the shots that they take have no effect ( Kid Rock ) Some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck Cause I rock harder, and I roll farther You wanna battle Kid Rock, bitch don't bother ( Run ) You waste your time, messin with my rhymes ( Kid Rock ) The only kick you'll get out of is in your behind ( Kid Rock ) Fire, blaze, my name is worldwide When we yes yes y'all we rock it all night ( Run ) To other MC's doin rock'n'roll It's Run-D.M.C., Kid Rock patrol DJ Run 'til I'm done, D.M.C.'s the soul Got MTV on remote control Platinum platinum can't mess with gold We never let go of the mics we hold Our joints get played your select's the mode D.M.C.'s spittin flame while your jams is cold Over thirty-million records worldwide we sold Darryl Mack, JMJ, and my name is Joe The other MC's know about the show Hook the turntables up to the telephone pole Rock a rhyme nine nine 'til it's time to go Cough up a lung, DJ Run, got a rhyme to flow I come from a school that they call the old D.M.C. stands for Devestating Mic Control I come from a school that they call the old We never let go of the mics we hold I come from a school that they call the old Over thirty million records worldwide we sold I come from a school that they call the old It's Run-D.M.C., Kid Rock patrol I come from a school that they call the old.. Dum diddy dum diddy diddy dumb dumb ( Kid Rock ) You see, I.. want respect ( Run ) And if I'm correct ( Kid Rock ) Well then you wall like a ball that I had checked ( Run ) And the shots that they take have no effect ( Kid Rock ) Some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck Cause I rock harder, and I grow farther You wanna battle Kid Rock, bitch don't bother ( Run ) Don't waste your time, messin with my rhymes ( Kid Rock ) The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind Kid Rock Index |
