this is the kickin kid rock with the kickin kid rap, shit I'm on top and I rock for tricks ally whips and nips and flips trips for whips i get all the money, pussy falls like rain make gettin' laid a pain, thats why i never complain and if i ain't in it for the money, i'm in it for the p it's 1998 ya'll and ya still can't fuck with me (fuck fuck fuck fuck...) ya don't be fuckin' with that blue eyed rockin' with my two five hold your fuckin' ass like my shoe side i got a new vibe, kinda like voo doo you do what we say, and we'll do what we wanna do we're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your program fuckin' all your bitches, we don't fuckin' give a god damn twist and brow your stow with no assistance we won't quit until we're banned from existence persitance pays and that holds true and i'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet by the time I'm through i was praised and raised on the thoughts of no bacon so gimme what i got comin' and the rest I'm takin' i'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit you act like a motherfucker's brand new at this shit well i've been true to this shit, givin' my heart and soul you sounded like you thought of gettin' passers cold, go fuck off (fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off..) shit oh with my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit bong filled with hash, pockets stuffed with cash i be the mushroom trippin' ship a shop and jack cuz the kid's all missin', gettin' lots of black i be the do wa diddy up and down your block and put tank in the 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 just play the fool that made it in Detroit i ride like Santa and the Indy 5 and gettin' lied for back which gets me high strive for perfection, this much is true we do what we say, you say what we do kid rock he couldn't be no bozo and if i get to much neater, never be no homo rock from solo to Arizona, I'm an easy rider dreamin' on Wynona 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 hairy Gary couldn't call my name fucked so many ho's 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 (fuck off, fuck off, fuck off...) Yeah! Right in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch, with that Detroit city shit! We ain't shit swiss, we on the same script nothin' new since '76 Kid Rock, yo Slim Steady, come break these mother fucker's off Yo, tell the world to hold their breath they breathin' the wrong air this planet belongs to me, and the city belong air two white boys, despite punch and light joints hang around drugs, loud music, and like noise Slim Steady a brown trucker another bunch of mother fucker's who hate the world just as much as each other and I ain't leavin' this party tonight til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other rum and Pepsi got ya home for sex and will be sketchy cuz when i says dat people are scared to catch me cuz all I do is curse and fuck So when I do rooms ya'll better give me some room Cuz I'm fuckin' the first one up so when you see me on your block you better lock your cars cuz ya know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' the rockets hard this is for children who break rules people that straight fool and every single teenager that hates school FUCK OFF!
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