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Featuring kid rock |
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Violent j, violent j, is that you? |
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I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna |
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Do? |
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Violent j, violent j, is that you? |
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A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you |
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I drink faygo it's only a buck-ten |
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I'm a pour it on your tits when we ****ing |
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Cuz i'm with that kinky shit, hoe |
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I can see you butt-naked in your window |
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Shimmy up the house side dash |
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Now i'm gonna press my nuts on the glass |
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Let me in, hoe, don't ya know |
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I'm violent j of the icp, yo i got me a |
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Checklins cashing |
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If i could spend it with the hoes i'm crashing |
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But don't get all geek slut |
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Cuz i'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt |
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What's this clown shit about? |
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A knife to your neck and your throats hanging |
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Out |
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With a do-me-ray |
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Now it's about time i say |
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Kid rock, kid rock, is that you? |
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Yeah, let me tell ya what i wanna do |
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Kid rock, kid rock, is that you? yo, nate, yo, |
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Nate woohoo!!! |
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Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' |
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Violent violent j is gonna tell ya something |
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If ya know a bitch who got grits |
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Kid rock, kid rock will probably eat that shit |
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Boohoo mother****er what'cha cry for |
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I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for |
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The whore showed up at my front door |
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So i ****ed her in the ass and i threw her out |
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The back door |
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The bitch thought it was a cake drive |
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She said drive me to the city, so i dropped her |
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Off at lakeside |
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You driving me home, well i meant ta |
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But plans have changed so get your ass on the |
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Centaur |
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Hoe, this ain't no taxi i be mackin' hoes, they |
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Don't mack me |
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Never slacking, hoes i be macking |
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Kid rock, kid rock never slacking, hoes i be |
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Macking |
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Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit |
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The funk, the funk from the old days |
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Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit |
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The funk from the old days |
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Well, i'm up for the shot in a minute |
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Show me a valley, i might yodek in it |
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Like somebody else i know i been to mount |
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Plen |
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As i've been to romeomeomeo |
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Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son |
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Three for the treble, eight for the drum |
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Five for the homies that i run with |
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Bitch call your mother cause you're done with |
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Toe tip-toe, i snuck in your house |
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And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch |
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So, excuse me, pops, i'm napping |
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So could ya shut the **** up with that yapping |
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And your wife's all worked up for nothing |
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She act like she ain't never seen a wang or |
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Something |
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Cuz it really don't matter i'm a show my nuts to |
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Innocent bystander |
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Every ****ing day |
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Cuz it's about time i say |
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Kid rock, kid rock, is that you? |
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Yeah, let me tell you what i wanna do |
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Kid rock, kid rock, is that you? |
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I just said it was mother****er |
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Skinny dipping in the pool, you know i drown |
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Hoes |
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**** them doggie style and play that ass like a |
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Bongo |
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Hit it, hit hi-hit it |
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Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho |
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Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff |
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This ain't a blooper and i'm no joker |
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But i can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker |
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But i won't pull it out for a cheap joke |
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Instead i play john holmes in a sequel to deep |
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Throat |
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Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya |
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But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya |
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Don't let the smooth taste fool ya... |
