Shit god damn mother fucker I'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but I'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
Black hoes sayin that honky's fine
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 MC's
Aint no love for the wannabe'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 don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin old school
Basement party's in the Clem fool
Talkin that trash, I wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
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
Mid western funk, and I'm the best bitch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
In the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it ain't no thang
I'm 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
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Ya keep
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya Keep On
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Now if you dont know hoe, I'm the man in the dark
I got more riffs than Stanley Clark
Or George Duke, shoot, I'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, g
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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
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
Cause growin up I was never, the logical one
Packed my shit, left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I never went 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 thirteen
Working like a bitch, like a god damn tank
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all that's gold don't always glitter
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade, 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
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to God one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
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 and too much pain
There's too many mother fuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains
I've been to your seaside
Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
But parasites can't fade the Rock
Cause suckers that step in my way will get shot
I hold key to my own success
Suckers that step will be put to rest
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
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Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo, Michigan
1985
Several years ago deep on the westside of Detroit
I reigned soarly with the old and new school rules of hip hop
Don Balow, Wes Chill, and my DJ JC Fresh
Rockin microphones and turntables day by day and night by night
But still the force was not complete
That's when we met a homeboy by the name of Kid Rock
Others had doubts and laughs because he was white
But I knew what time it was, so I put him behind the turnatbles
Oooooooooooo ooooooo...Yeahhhhhh
And while your out gang bangin
Trying to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face
Bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jam
Say what?
This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I wanna head bang, 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
Respect, plus the cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause the 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 K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
Turntable spinnin at a basement 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 ain't got no feel
I dont need the fancy music to make mine
Just the beat and the funky ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother fuckin wax
So while your making record that dont recoup, huh
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Kid Rock an' 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
Oooooooooo oooooooo...Yeaaaaaahhhhh
All night long
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
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 don't hafta lay sod
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Lit up like the Fourth I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma 'cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple 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 ya
But if you want a long one baby
I got one for ya ? this is your shot
I got one for ya ? this is your shot
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 fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man I don't care
I'm too busy runnin' fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin' for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
I got one for ya ? this is your shot
I got one for ya ? this is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy
Yeah, lay it down brother
Lay it down with a baby
Lay it down with a baby
Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits
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 want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin' on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin' what
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I wanna go back
I wanna go back
Uh 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
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
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.G's slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable
Watchin Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style 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 bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom Whit and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And I'm grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies ain't here I still gotta
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I'm not the trash you think i am talking trailor park
Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark
I'll take you higher, higher
I'll take you lower, slower
I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I see you checkin out my car and my residence
Your hell bound and I see your gettin whiskey bent
I been around and I know what you meant
You dont wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead president
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'm super fly bitch
I'm not that guy bitch
I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch
Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player
I'm the pimp of the nation yeah the pussy surveyor hey
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I like that long hair swingin in them Calvin Klines
I pull them young, start fuckin with their virgin minds
I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother
I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother say
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
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 Carhartt flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hangin 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 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
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
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm forsaken...yeah
I ain't nothin
