Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause

Kid Rock

Devil Without A Cause

 

1: Bawitdaba
2: Cowboy
3: Devil Without A Cause
4: I Am The Bullgod
5: Roving Gangster (Rollin')
6: Wasting Time
7: Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School)
8: I Got One For Ya
9: Somebody's Gotta Feel This
10: Fist Of Rage
11: Only God Knows Why
12: Fuck Off
13: Where U At Rock
14: Black Chick, White Guy


 

1: Bawitdaba

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie My name is KIIIIID... Kid Rock Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gang of freaks, cars packed with speakers The Gs with the forties and the chicks with beepers The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort And it don't even matter if your veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic All you bastards at the IRS For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the fifths of stress For the hookers all trickin out in Hollywood And for the hoods of the world misunderstood I said it's all good and it's all in fun Now get in the pit and try to love someone! Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie For the timebombs tickin and the heads that hang All the gangs gettin money and the heads that bang bang Wild mustangs and porno flicks All my homies in the county in cell block six The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook And for DB Cooper and money he took You can look for answers but that ain't fun Now get in the pit and try to love someone! Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie For the love, and for the hate And for the peace WAAAAR!!

2: Cowboy

Cowboy... cowboy Well I'm packin up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin chillin the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the teajuna... I wanna roam Find the old town chillin fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy And I'm headin out west sucker...because I wanna be a Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy baby West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in It goes (whistling) like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy baby West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away Yeah, Kid Rock you can call me Tex Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass" No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white, uh Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me... lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick My only words of wisdom are just "Suck My Dick" I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin until it falls into motion Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shinin Cowboy Hollywood and Vine

3: Devil Without A Cause

You knew that I was comin cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes Cause it's been a long time comin But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope motherfucker Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sellout, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin correct Flat out...you diss me punk That's when I pull a strap out And I get to buck buck bucking...a fuck fuck fucking your hoes Cause they know who's runnin this shit, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O Role model, your motherfucking H-E-R-O My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin" Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack em Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum I'm goin Platinum I'm goin Platinum We're goin platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's claimin up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you...got a brand new team No triple beams...it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi No more floozies, only high class hoes Couple when it rains and a few when it snows A brand new nose to go along with my habit And a garden hose made out of 24 karat Bought a couple parots that like to squak And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc You're too old to kid...too soft to rock Already did what most love to shout 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt...in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time I'm goin platinum I'm goin platinum I'm goin platinum We're goin platinum Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And run through town like I'm goin through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me cash...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash Highest voice like Aaron Nevelle And I'm down with The Devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum

4: I Am The Bullgod

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam In the Carhartt flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hangin tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low...like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin Said I'm trippin I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast ya one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin Said I'm trippin I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm forsaken...yeah I ain't nothin Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get em up Come on get em up Come on get em up I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Everytime that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are poppin and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod...you understand And here in my head is my master plan, Uh I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you

5: Roving Gangster (Rollin')

Who is going to help me with this lyrics?

6: Wasting Time

I'm a pimp, you can check my stats And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls smack all the hoes Show love to those who come real with it Life's a bitch but I deal with it I'm in it to win it like Yzerman Can drink about 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind It's been a couple of months in this smokey room Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's Writin' tunes and hoping to get One of these motherfucking songs to hit A little bit of love that's all I need A little inspiration in a bag of weed A seed to plant so my tree can grow You know I left my girl cause I don't need that H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Oh yeah Oh yeah Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly A pawn in the game that's all I am Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it I'm free to do what I please little lady I was born at night but not last night baby I've been around, seen some things I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say But I got more time then Morris Day Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin' I been sittin'here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind Tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'...tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind

7: Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School)

It ain't nothing but a party hey From the early evening ?til the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn And Detroit's city where I was born When I was young I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin' emcee I'm TNT I'm dynamite And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk I became an emcee when I learned to talk Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat emcees like pirhana I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate 'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick I'm the ladies pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't roll twirl like a ballarena, I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little underage But at least I am not underpaid I'm one of kind...here to shock your mind And I will serve no rhymes, before their time The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same Who's to blame...I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go...here here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low From the floor to the ceiling to the living room 'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom...boom...boom ba boom boom The one two three the three two one Don't stop me know I've just begun Don't cut me down...don't start no fight Or I'll put my foot in your astronaut (or ass tonight) I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars And when I set my sights I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move your body So come on in and welcome to the party It ain't nothing but a party hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up) can I do my thing Can I have a little something to say right here Oh yeah, go ahead baby I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognac (sp?) I'm all of that and a bag of chips I'm the whole damn party mix I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy You can't party with me but you can kiss my ass It ain't nothing but a party hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Hey Grandmaster Bob that old school shit's fresh But uh let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit bro I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and party my dick off People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off I'm no rip-off , it's all original Not too political...a little cynical About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape I like pussy...suckin' on titties Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool...don't even ask Lickin' pussy underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches from give it to my whores What up I'm saying everybody You get fucked up and i'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Dude you're outta your fucking mind Everybody got the job you're all hired

8: I Got One For Ya

Lit up like the Fourth I'm a happy drunk Come to poppa big momma 'cause your daddy's drunk I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you It's like one of them freak things Hit it once maybe every couple week things I got no love I got no riches I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches I got no game I can't reward ya But if you want a long one baby I got one for ya ? this is your shot I got one for ya ? this is your shot People always talkin' what they gonna do They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe I can't understand all the push and shove And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love Who planted that glove man I don't care I'm too busy runnin' fingers through your momma's hair I got no time for the fakes and phonies The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies Am I the only one on my side Test my pride I bet you run and hide You think I'm weak so you're lookin' for the kill But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil I got one for ya ? this is your shot I got one for ya ? this is your shot Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy Yeah, lay it down brother Lay it down with a baby Lay it down with a baby Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits Yeah I'm 'bout it 'bout it so I make 'em like this They say, "Hey there boy all we need is one song Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long." Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag So I'm grabbin' on my thingy while I let my pants sag Never thinkin' what I'm writin?, just writin' what I'm doin'. They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin' My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya Hey slime you wanna hit money I got one for ya ? this is your shot I got one for ya ? this is your shot We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock Hey hey I got one for ya babe I got one for ya babe I got one for ya babe (Robert Bradley just doin' his thang) I like that

9: Somebody's Gotta Feel This

I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides G-rides with a hundred spokes to match We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing I wanna twang like Hang...rock like roll Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I never had a lot of money never made much sense Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed He's rockin' dickie's slippin lickin' honey's steady Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold Told my soul to glow it said get up and go And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me 'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because Somebody's gotta feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Feel this

10: Fist Of Rage

Gotta make this money and I make this money This money is me this money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave I can't believe, this whole world twisted me You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin? through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads And now the Feds growin' shark fins My girl's knocked up we're in love But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?) And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces I can't win...even with these four aces My place is here...in the mix...with tricks And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain My fuse is short and it's lit Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath These people they take and they take until there's nothing left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate Come on You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it And I know it...?cause the fear you hide your eyes show it Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked I hope you see my middle finger from the stage Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage

11: Only God Knows Why

I've been sittin' here tryin' to find myself I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback They say that every man bleeds just like me I feel like number one, yet I'm last in line I watch my youngest son and it helps to pass the time I take to many pills...it helps to ease the pain I made a couple dollar bills, still i feel the same Everybody knows my name, say it way out loud a lotta folks fuck with me, its hard to hang out in crowds i guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like I am outstretched hands and one night stands, still i cant find love and when your walls come tumblin' down, i will always be around ...yea anyone and now... and when your walls come tumblin' down, I will always be around people don't know about the things I say or do they don't understand about the shit that I've been through it's been so long since I've been home I've been gone I've been gone for way to long maybe i forgot all the things id miss oh somehow i know there's more to life then this i said it too many times and i still stand firm you get what you put in, and people get what deserve still i ain't seen mine no i ain't seen mine I've been givin' just ain't been gettin' I've been walkin back that line so I think ill keep on walkin with my head held high ill keep movin' on and only god knows why only god.. only god.. only god knows why only god knows...why why why why only god knows why take it to the devil, hey wont you take me to the river hey hey hey hey hey....

12: Fuck Off

A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa fuckin puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin' I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy 5 And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm taking Rock from SoHo to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't ???? we're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight 'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school F*ck Off

13: Where U At Rock

HUH I grew a hurding cattle I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin' I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin' Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out this is my night How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew What you hoes wanna do One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south bound trucker Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it It's all real cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at 1 2 and you don't stop 3 4 and you don't quit 1 2 and you don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from Or where I'm goin' to stand back Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Rock the house Yo And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration For you're church or you're family ???? couldn't stand me so she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun fight Behind my back talkin' shit But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and you get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Over here over here Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Over here over here Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at

14: Black Chick, White Guy

Black chick white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tale Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tail of a broken home Her momma was an alkie (sp?) and more like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that's just the way shit was Couldn't change it couldn?t rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshit and whatten That day came the two started fuckin' All the time you know kids habit's Every single day fuckin' like rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see Fuckin' after lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came ?I'm pregnant? Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision But they decided to abort it It might have been right it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up Where is it who is it how is it was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now as time went on the the two kept on They kept seeing each other off and on See she moved to the city and you know what happened Black chick with a real whiteaccent Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger Still seein' that other kid on the side She kept most of her thoughts inside See all the first guy did was just love her While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her She was livin' all wild I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child She asked the first guy to have his baby He looked at her like she must be crazy He was makin' records and goin' on tour 20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor And all that while she sat at home and got macked If she stepped out of line she got slapped And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away And he did he got caught with a loaded gun And went to jail but first she had his son Ooohh and now what to do She had no man no money and no clue Now the other guy came back from tourin' And she called him up early one mornin' They hooked up her mind was blown As he began to raise her son as his own And that's a lot of shit to deal with man And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand And people still laugh at this shit Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now for the next year there was some good times A few bad times mostly good times See he was a ramblin' man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she was any kind of Saint See in this story there's a lot of red paint But time kept slippin' and made her crazy And she talked about havin' another baby The guy was like ooh Lord We got one now that we can't afford But she convinced she could handle two Said I want your child or I'm you I can't figure out why then he didn't run I guess he was attached to her and her son All confused about what to do That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too Slut Could barely pay her rent And then the same old shit ?I'm pregrant? And if that ain't some shit cuz The girl didn't even know who the father was And still by her side the first guy stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the front seat of his car It was amazing Kinda like a shooting star He was happy told his family and friends Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his And that crushed him quick Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick But before he found all that out From the same chick another kid popped out And that shit's real ill Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill She must have known all along The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on Three different kids from three different men History repeats itself again And after some more shit got stirred He kicked that bitch to the curb And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit And he loves him But still you don?t know the fuckin' half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don?t mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin'