Ahhhhhhh, shit! Kid rock back in this house Feel the effects of my blast crying from theses shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun People dying from shotgun blasts
Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, a real one does So if rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days move me So I'm a show it proof g, so waves I got a full pay, stat to dig graves Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin ladys Now you hoe's are carrying my babies me it never hurt no one A broken home hurts someone Grab me it never no one I saw get shot, don't sell guns And still I rip it, flip it, grip it a real one does Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a steady buzz From a 5th of ole beam We fryin emcee's up just like some motherfuckin jimmy Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like no thing Drinkin more then the 45 king Swingin emcee's a cow hands rope And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm slittin throats Cause the way I like to do shit holmes Every time I get my on Yeah that's the way I to do shit holmes I never in one spot, I was born to roam Feel like I got bank, but not enough friend Cause I more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend So if ya some cheep slut, then speak up Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause I'm a cheep
Feel the effects of my shotgun Mothers crying from theses shotgun Feel the effects of my blast People dying from shotgun blasts