| Oh, I'm back the fog is lifted | |
| The earth is shifted and raised the gifted | |
| You knew I'd be back so pack your bone | |
| And hit the road jack 'cuz daddy's home | |
| With the funky hot riffs, tick like Al Rocker | |
| Pumpin' out hits, gettin' chips like Oprah | |
| Bitch, I told ya, do not hate | |
| Or question the music I make | |
| I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop | |
| I get you higher than a tree top | |
| You wanna roll with the Kid Rock | |
| I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop | |
| I got money like Fort Knox | |
| I'll forever be the Kid Rock | |
| Forever | |
| The junkies are still cigar puffin' | |
| Still the same 'cuz I ain't changed nothin' | |
| Huffin' and puffin' I got you rookie | |
| All in check doin' the redneck boogie | |
| The king is back to retract the whack | |
| Repacked my sack with a double back pack | |
| Forget all that I'm still singing | |
| And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin' | |
| Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty | |
| Thought I'd get rich and quit oh, he must be fat and ugly | |
| Broke black and blue | |
| But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two | |
| Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon | |
| Dead right that's how I'm livin' | |
| Givin' you more than the frauds and fakes | |
| They can't make the kind of music I make | |
| I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop | |
| I get you higher than a tree top | |
| You wanna roll with the Kid Rock | |
| I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop | |
| I got money like Fort Knox | |
| I'll forever be the Kid Rock | |
| Forever | |
| The black hat is back in original form | |
| The legible, credible, inevitable storm | |
| Way past the norm still misbehavin' | |
| Finger in the air and the flag still wavin' | |
| Young crones don't test the boss | |
| 'Cuz I got this sewn like Betsy Ross | |
| You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease | |
| But you can't fuck with rhymes like these | |
| Thumpin' like a drum kit with riffs that split picks | |
| Pumpin' for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths | |
| I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it | |
| 8 ball side pocket, 8 ball in my jacket | |
| Pussy and blow you now how I live | |
| Can't say that kid, fuck off I just did | |
| Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl | |
| Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world | |
| I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop | |
| I get you higher than a tree top | |
| You wanna roll with the Kid Rock | |
| I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop | |
| I got money like Fort Knox | |
| I'll forever be the Kid Rock | |
| Forever | |
| Punk rock | |
| Forever | |
| Hip hop | |
| Forever | |
| Southern rock | |
| Forever | |
| Kid rock | |
| Forever | |
| Punk rock | |
| Forever | |
| Hip hop | |
| Forever | |
| Southern rock | |
| Forever | |
| Kid rock | |
| Forever |
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