This is the story about Mackin
it, times are changin' Talk it, more so each year But the early mornin', pimp is here, yeah So let it rain, and let the rock
And if ya hear me yawn, just that top on, girl, hey, hey, hey Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey Well well well well, well, come on, girl,
And I be catchin' northern pike, like on a ten pound test Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the mornin' Stoned pimp, straight limpin', farm drinkin' At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', a villain, balloon fillin'
Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar And the ten cent brain, been too long, too much cocaine But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to Left to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you
a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product Fresh from the harvest, be the largest, hardest, smartest in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the goin' Kid Rock crazyin'
Wicked witches be on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks Straight the RO, Kid Rock I ain't s no bitch Ahh, yes you are hoe, so frontin' like y'all don't know
When I straight into the party with my homeboy Tino What's up? so get a look bro, get a good gander I'm made in Detroit, but my name Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' gay
Like Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D and the D on my And the gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me with the tussin' and the morphine IV
I be, what call an OG bitch I'm the motherfuckin' early stoned pimp Say
One for you Now your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop Just throw hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't y'all
Just throw your hands up high, rock y'all Just throw your hands to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid party don't stop y'all
Now I'm the self made on a mountain on Mars Got the green, cut it with the high roll gloss A Lincoln Continental and a grand Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's biatch
The purple furs and the trim glasses I only bust the fat asses, and I be givin' a fuck Who da can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a true Fuckin' player and I like a real G H I J K L M N O P
Is for pimpin', mornin' stoned pimpin' I down, been around From the to the top Partyin' down the slimmies in the cities that I rock
So ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll fuck ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, I'm the early mornin' pimp
Hey, hey, hey on yo Now throw your in the air and let's rock y'all throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop
Just throw hands up high, let's rock y'all Just your hands side to side, hip hop y'all throw your hands in the air, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't y'all
I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn So stick it up your ass where the sun shine I'm challenged, you're vertically blind
I'm three nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night Till the break of dawn, till the morn
I'm a in your side, can you feel me stickin' Eighty a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin' So groove baby, groove baby your momma I'm like Charlie girl
I got the boogie the boogie drama, what? With the drama, yeah the boogie drama, ohh, yeah
Ridin' around the Me and Kid Rock were up to no With the drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some
the radio, ya look so fine With the drama, yeah Well, well, well ohh, get funky, that's my job
Punchin nine to five, seven times, times four, times twelve Day in and day out Well, the boogie drama With the boogie