FredI had a realization of God, i saw God And umm, it's not a face or a figure or anything It was a presence, umm the woods (All natural) God is all natural The sun, the universe, everything You, me were part of God, were part of God It was an incredable feeling And to use acid is religous for me Kid Rock Index Killin Brain CellsKid 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 you don't wanna get shot You 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 you stepped off cuz I ain't givin' no free rides You little bald headed peon And fuck it mother fucker if you 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 real mutha 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... Kid Rock Index Prodigal SonCuz 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. Kid Rock Index The CramperHave 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 damp 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 Kid Rock Index 3 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 Mo-town and I won't slow down I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine Now tell me what's my name 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.... Kid Rock Index Fuck U BlindI'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 Kid Rock Index Deperate RadoBack 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 rado 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 Kid Rock Index Back From The DeadBack 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 Mo-town 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 Mo-town 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 Kid Rock Index My Oedipus ComplexI 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! Kid Rock Index Balls In Your MouthCruisin' 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!" Kid Rock Index Rollin' On The IslandBellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems Kid Rock i love to sing Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago He rides through town in an Eldorado Maldo black, real white so i'm lookin And i gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose You'll never see me in Thyland But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle (Here in Detriot) Now Wes Chill you know we go way back Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track Yeah Wes your still my man so Get on the mic and do the best ya can Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and i'ma do you in You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow To a track layed back by Kid Rock G Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it hang Born and raised in the E.D. so i'ma let cha know Is that wrong i stand strong and i'ma getto bro Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep No fuckin Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue You think i'm jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin it Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops When they come i'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet That's how we do it when were rollin on the island Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle (Here in Detriot) Now Prince Vince i remember hangin in your hood With the 40's, hoe's, do i make myself understood? Yeah, i put you on them black hoes They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word) Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes People dont know about you and me (or unity) Aint it funny how were still down in 93 Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use And light my infared dead on that forehead Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red Your runnin around with a string of chicks Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D Straight G's from the streets Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat Now ima kick ya like this and like that I'm kickin a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back Back in the day's to the late 80's When i dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night But the jealous niggers trying to tell us Slangin aint the way to get paid But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinkin about is ponytail I gotta get made, i got a pocket full of lint Too much late former rate, and i gotta rest it Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros A nickle plated nina ready to explode On any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat Put his ass on his back for the comosat Now can i keep my style and get wild? Me, Kid Rock and Wes Chill, just coolin on the island It's like this and like that I told you mother fuckers better pack your back Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle (Here in Detriot) I got my Harley on the highway revvin If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven I'm rollin straight 7 so what up? Like Bush Wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck Cause i'm the best mother fucker from this time For breakfast i snort cocaine and eat pork rines Shockin signs is what i'm sowin I'm the hoe and i'm knowin the mind blowin home growin In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know i fry quick Gettin lit when i be smokin that tye stick Cause that's what the Kids all about I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and chackin cause you know i am a Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock In the gutter on the mother fuckin island Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle (Here in Detroit) Kid Rock Index Rain CheckYou know how it is Some guys just gotta make time to get their rocks off no matter what I'm like that Tearin up pussy every where i go I'm Kid mother fuckin Rock so what's up hoe? You wanna get fucked by me dick mick dangles Then drop your funky drawers straight down to your ancles And swing that big ass in my direction For a little safe sex for the inspection Cause though i'm mackin hoe's like Jyro Mackson I'm learnin real quick gotta wrap my johnson But just insace i hope your on the pill Cause i been known to ride a pussy like bad boy Bill And i hate to spill, or raise the stakes And nutin all up in your shit if my rubber breaks Now my dick rocks when i'm lickin all that gin So spread your phony legs and let the games begin Wait, hold up bitch, say what's with the bad cough I see ya right away, i think i'm gonna go jack off Kid Rock Index Trippin With Dick VitaleDum 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 with the 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' Kid Rock Index T.V. DinnerSomeone channel surfin: Channel 1: Where'd ya get the beauty scar tough guy, eatin pussy Channel 2: Yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty, no-no baby, baby, baby Channel 3: This guy is really hot Channel 4: Gosh it's hot Channel 5: It looks and feels natural, just like a part of you Channel 6: The trouble with you is, your alergic to motown bellisle, bellisle Channel 7: LSD Channel 8: Man, it's a real shame when people be throwin away a perfecty good white bot like that Kid Rock Index Pancake BreakfastSmokin 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 problem's 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 lickin' 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 jay 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 Kid Rock Index Blow MeA 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 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 Kid Rock Index In So DeepMy 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 Kid Rock Index U Don't Know MeHere 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 you 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. Kid Rock Index |
