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Who are you, who are you |
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Well i'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack |
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How you step rock |
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I step in stride |
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I step across stage with my nuts in my hand |
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The punks wanna front cause i got my own band |
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Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz |
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And my ************t don't stink, like eli's does |
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I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard |
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Nah man, i kicked that ************ to the curb |
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I don't really need to be tied down |
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I'm a ramblin man, and i'm platinum bound |
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Me too, rolled my crew, i'm not too new |
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.16 is what i blew |
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I bet that set you straight, that illegal action |
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****** that, i still roll with a 40 in my lap |
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Back in 2nd grade, i carried a lunch box |
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Turned 21 started smokin crack pots |
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Snortin that D by the dime |
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Wish i could slow down, i'm ahead of my time |
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I'm the Krack, i'm the Krack |
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Krack, Krack, Krack |
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I'm the Krack ************, my last dimes what i'm bettin |
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I'm up in the casino with a flash like stetson |
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Girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer |
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So i grab me a ************ and i slapped her in the rear |
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My livingroom is the place i'm hangin out |
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Uptight ************'s is the ************t i'm bangin out |
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I'm sick of livin in these perplex times |
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That's why i kick these mother****** sex rhymes |
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I'm headin down south |
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I'm headin down south |
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I'm headin down, headin down |
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Hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go |
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I'm headin down south on a dusty path |
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I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask |
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Ass on the wagon and they think i'm all soft |
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But i don't givea ******, i'm trippin my ***** off |
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Up in the crack house tunin them rocks off |
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Hoe's come around an we be knockin the box top |
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Knocked out, knocked up and all that ************t |
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Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your ****** |
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Everything that gets old |
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It get's over rated |
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Old to me, just means out dated |
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I'm the Kid Rock, ****** all that 60's ************t |
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Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's ****** |
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Oh ************t, and there it is |
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I get a lot of ************ cause i'm in show biz |
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Twas the night before Chris******as and all through the house |
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I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out. |
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Put her hands on her flop and started eyein me |
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So i smacked the ole ************ with my flyin D |
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That's when i said "man i gotta get a grip" |
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Looked at the TV realized i was trippin |
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It aint no party like a Detroit party |
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Cause a Detroit party don't stop |
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I said It aint no party like a Detroit party |
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Cause a Detroit party don't stop |
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It aint no party like a Detroit party |
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Cause a Detroit party don't stop |
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I said It aint no party like a Detroit party |
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Cause a Detroit party don't stop |