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Violent J, J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha do?
Violent J, Violent J, is you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted for you

I drink Faygo, only a buck-ten
I'm a it on your tits when we fucking
'Cuz I'm with kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt, naked in your

Shimmy up the side dash
Now I'm gonna press my on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo, I got me a checklins

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm
But don't get all geek
'Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to your butt
this clown shit about?

A knife to neck
And your hanging out
With a
Now about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yo, Nate, Yo, woo hoo

Frontin', frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent, Violent J is gonna ya something

If ya a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry
I'm that nigga that your bitch die for

The showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back
The bitch it was a cake drive
She said, Drive me to the city, so I her off at lakeside

You driving me home, well, I ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock never slacking, I be macking

Violent J serving hard street shit
The funk, the from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard shit
The from the old days

Well, I'm up for the in a minute
Show me a valley, I might in it
Like else I know, I been to Mount Plen
As been to Romeo, meo, meo

Wicked clowns flow for ya son
Three for the treble, for the drum
Five for the homies I run with
call your mother 'cause you're done with

Toe tip-toe, I snuck in house
And fell asleep on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm
So could ya shut the fuck up that yapping?

And your wife's all up for nothing
She act like she never seen a wang or something
'Cuz it really don't matter, I'm a show my nuts to bystander
fucking day 'cuz it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
I said, It was motherfucker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know, I drown
Fuck them doggie style and that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit, it
Hitting home rums and wimp, ho

Smoke my dick it's a big spliff
This a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 like a super soaker
But I pull it out for a cheap joke

Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to ya
But ho, let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste ya