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A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu - fuckin puffs bitch |
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It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit |
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I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks |
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Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips |
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I get all the money pussy falls like rain |
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Been gettin laid and paid that's why I never complain |
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If I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the P |
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It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me |
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You don't be fuckin with the blue eye |
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Fuckin with my 2-5 hope your fuckin ass like my shoe size |
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I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo |
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You do what we say and we'll do what we want to |
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We're fuckin up your city and we're fuckin up your progam |
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Fuckin all your bitches we don't fuckin give a god damn |
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Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance |
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We won't quit until we're banned from existence |
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Persistance pays if that holds true |
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Then I'm a buy this fuckin planet before the time I'm through |
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I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin |
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So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin |
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I'm shakin like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit |
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You act like a motherfucker's new at this shit |
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But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul |
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Been shinin like a diamond but gettin passed as coal |
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So Fuck Off |
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Yeah |
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With my pants half hangin off my ass and shit |
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Bowl filled with hash pockets stuffed with cash |
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I be the mushroom trippin sippin shots of Jack |
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Cause the kids don't listen gettin lots of flack |
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I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and |
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The ten karat Kid with my triggers cockin |
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The K the I the D R O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me |
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So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer |
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I rock for the cash and the topless dancers |
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Don't have no answers so pass the joint |
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I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit |
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I ride like Setta in the Indy five |
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And get live with that which get's me high |
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Strive for perfection this much is true |
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We do what we say you say what we do |
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Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo |
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And I get too much P to ever be no homo |
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Rock from So Ho to Arizona |
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I'm an easy rider dreamin of Wynonna |
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I roam the country like a Greyhound bus |
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Put faith in lust and in God I trust |
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I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies |
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But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries |
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And Harry Carey couldn't call my game |
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Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame |
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And I show no shame from coast to coast |
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I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast |
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Fuck Off |
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Yeah right in your mother fuckin ass bitch |
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With that Detroit city shit ain't shit'switched We're on the same script |
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Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock |
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Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off |
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Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air |
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This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair |
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Two white boys who spike punch and light joints |
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Hang around drugs loud music and like noise |
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Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers |
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Who hate the world as much as each other |
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And I ain't leaving this party tonight |
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Till I see some naked bitches dancin around drunk touchin each other |
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Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy |
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Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me |
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Cause all I do is curse and fuck |
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So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms |
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Cause I'm fuckin the first one up |
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So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars |
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Cause you know I'm losin it when I'm rappin to rock guitars |
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This is for children who break rules |
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People that straight fool |
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And ever single teenager that hates school |
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Fuck Off |
