Ahhhhhhh, shit! Kid rock back in motherfuckin house Feel the effects of my blast Mothers crying from theses blasts Feel the effects of my blast People dying from theses shotgun
Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it the rug I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty Cause all theses corney, emcee's now a days don't move me So I'm a show it proof g, so make I got a full pay, stat to dig graves Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my Grab me it never no one A broken home hurts someone Grab me it hurt no one I saw kid's get shot, don't sell And still I rip it, it, grip it like a real one does Rockin, shockin on the stage, a hella 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 emcee's like a cow hands rope And if the too loud, oh boy, I'm straight slittin throats that's the way I like to do shit holmes Every I get my gamble on Yeah that's the way I to do shit holmes I stay in one spot, I was born to roam Feel like I got bank, but not enough friend Cause I want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever So if ya need some cheep slut, then up Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause I'm a cheep
Feel the effects of my blast crying from theses shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun People dying theses shotgun blasts