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Kid rock that's you know I'm back ho
the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' fucker that's me
In the and I guess I'm the best
In the muther midwest 'cause there's no contest
For the pimp in the of the nation
So fuck college and a good
All we need to learn is how to hands
Then we could in peace in my homeland
God damn the way my pain
I spend all my time brain cells
The light shed on me was a dim
So I live in a bottle of jim beam
Droppin' dots or sniffin' that black,
I go to sleep at watchin' kojak
Fuck 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll with zig zags like to read mags
I shoot I never miss
And if I played the bass I'd probably it like this...
People know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care
So I keep my in a bottle of cuervo
Just a young buck
Got banned from the shelter but I really don't a fuck
'cause I still be suckers be frownin'
Forties of busch I be
I dead in the head like manson
I'm more laid back than fuckin' ted danson
Hanson brother style I'm rumblin'
Couple of of don q and I be stumblin'
footballs hangin' in the pool halls
Out late with my crew stealin' u-hauls
I'm not havin' clean fun
I step into the party with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster like
"i'm an m.c. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in plus a new track
And I won't till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably it like this...
So give it up bitch 'cause I'm the kid
And today I know you wanna get shot
You gay you're too cliche
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo pass the jay
Sellin' me out like to make a quick buck
But muther fuckers y'all just have no luck
Your little plan was a
Tryin' to get em on by out the kid rock
A part of me was you but yo he died,
And I'm you stepped off 'cause I ain't givin' no free rides
You bald headed peon
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the on
'cause I'm sure I'm ya
Are gonna try to come back around but ignore ya
It only one shot to floor ya
'cause I'm kid rock and I'm real mutha for ya
jet so 'cause I won't let no hoes from the metro
Take "what up doe"
Come son I'm number one...
"'cause I worked like a to get the job done"
In the twilight with rod serling
I ain't goin' so fuck sy sperling
I shoot I never miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd probably it like this...