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Kid rock that's you know I'm back ho
From the where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I changed nothing
Pot beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the
In the muther fuckin 'cause there's no contest
For the in the pimp of the nation
So fuck college and a good
All we need to learn is how to hold
we could live in peace in my homeland
God the way my pain swells
I spend all my time killin' cells
The light shed on me was a dim
So I live in a bottle of jim beam
Droppin' or sniffin' that blow black,
I go to sleep at watchin' kojak
Fuck hoes I'm no big fag
Roll with zig like to read skin mags
When I I never miss
And if I played the bass I'd probably it like this...
People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I care
So I my thoughts in a bottle of cuervo
Just a wild young
Got from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck
I still be clownin' suckers be frownin'
Forties of busch I be
I dead in the head like manson
I'm more back than muther fuckin' ted danson
Hanson style when I'm rumblin'
Couple of shots of don q and I be
footballs hangin' in the pool halls
Out late night with my crew stealin'
I'm not into clean fun
I step into the strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster like
"i'm an m.c. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in plus a new track
And I quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I I never miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably it like this...
So it up bitch 'cause I'm the kid rock
And today I know you don't get shot
You look gay too cliche
So fuck all hoes and yo chuck pass the jay
Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick
But muther fuckers like y'all just have no
little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by out the kid rock
A of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off I ain't givin' no free rides
You little bald peon
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the on
'cause I'm sure I'm ya
Are gonna try to come around but I'll ignore ya
It only takes one to floor ya
'cause I'm kid rock bitch and I'm real for ya
jet so 'cause I won't let no hoes from the metro
Take "what up doe"
Come son I'm number one...
"'cause I like a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight with rod serling
I ain't goin' bald so sy sperling
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the I'd probably blow it like this...