1.Intro
Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo, Michigan 1985
Several years ago on the westside of Detroit
I reigned soarly with the old and new school rules of hip hop
Don Balow, Wes Chill, and my DJ JC Fresh
Rockin microphones and turntables day by day and night by night
But still the force was not yet complete
That's when we met a homeboy by the name of Kid Rock
Others had doubts and laughs because he was white
But I knew what time it was and so
I put him behind the turnatbles and this is all he had to say
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...Fuck Off
This Is The History Of Rock
2.American Bad Ass
Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this
Are you scared？
Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 pack of Strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin' rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all
I like AC／DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin Pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way
I dont play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
TWISTED
BRBRBR BROWN BROWN
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an... American bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit(edited
version)
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's
After I rock this place
Super fly
Livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Fuckin sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big fuck you
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool
I pissed on my daploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause im the shit, shit, shit, shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at
Say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say
Hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin'
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin'
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where Im at
3.Prodigal Son
Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
Packed my shit, left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never went back
Gilled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
Pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age 13
Working like a bitch like a god damn tank
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all that's gold don't always glitter
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
Cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
But I gotta make a lot just to be free
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Please God please, I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
There's too much hardship and too much pain
There's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains, I've been to your seaside
Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
But parasites can't fade the Rock
Suckers that step in my way will get shot
Cause I hold key to my own success
And suckers that step will be put to rest
Yes, I hold the key to my own success
And suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest
So pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
And watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter
Not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
Never was in a posse never wanted to be
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Now I've been walkin the earth since the beginning of time
And won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
All this talk their gonna drop the bomb
But life keeps going on and on and on and on
The world's end don't worry me
And I'm gonna get where I'm going just don't hurry me
Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
Everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls they waste my time
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday
Cause I really ain't got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin and I get more bass than John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot through my head
And I wont stop trippin till the day I'm dead
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Yeah...Yeah...Yeah on down
Hey...hey, hey...hey, hey, hey, hey
On down, on down, on down, down, down, down, down
Well, well, well, well, well...hey hey
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy
4.Paid
Oooooooo Yeahhhhhh
And while your out gang bangin
Tring to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face
Bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam
This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I wanna head bang, I gotta hip hop
Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie with the high top fade
I'm self made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus to cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray
Cause the reach around just sounds so gay
I dont even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D R O C K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
Turntable spinnin at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you aint got no feel
I dont need the fancy music to make mine
Just the beat and the funky ass base line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother fuckin wack
So while your making record that dont recoup
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop
Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin'
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me 'till the break of dawn
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hands
I want a band like the US Funk Mob
See I can rap I dont hafta lay sod, just to make ends meet
October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin
You see my mask and bag bitch, I aint bullshittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at？
Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
Hey ho, check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you be good to me,
I'll yoodle in your valley
Kid Rock aint nothing nice
Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum
Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind, so if I loose the funk,
I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin'
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn
Come on, come on, come on
Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
Fuck me baby...let it ride, let it ride
Fuck me baby come on, come on...somebody
Fuck me baby...oh yeah
Love me baby...oh yeah
Come on yeah, all night long
Baby, come on, fuck me baby
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
5.Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp (Featuring Joe C.／Tino)
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya here me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp
Straight limpi,
Boone's Farm drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin
Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
The world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
'Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch'
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
'What's up？'
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
Hey hey hey
Come on yo
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
I'm Joe C bitch
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small hoe
But I aint no god damn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind
I'm 3 foot 9, it's 10 foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night long
Till the break of dawn
Till the early morn
I'm a thorn in your side
Can you feel me stickin
80 pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
Well, Well, Well, baby
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
6.Dark ＆ Grey
1994
Fuck Off
Unlike me you're gonna run away
Unlike me you'll see another day
Run like me out on the highway
I will ride so far
I'll probably never make it there
I never went to college
I ain't got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders
And a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up
Like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin
At the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live, each day I pay
I am not jesus
But I died in vein
Only to relive each day I'll pay
Unlike me you're gonna run away
Unlike me you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so far
I'll probably never make it there
Rock rock y'all
To the beat y'all
Check it out y'all
You cant stop y'all
Rock rock y'all
To the beat y'all
Check it out y'all
You come alive y'all
Come on
I never felt at home
Although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind
In a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts
That's caught in a dam
Somedays I'm gone
But that's where I am
I'm fit to slip
Another rippin rhyme
Im so ahead of the game
I feel left behind
Another dime to boost
I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see
This pirate's bread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I pay
I am not jesus
But I died in vein
Only to relive each day I pay
Unlike me you're gonna run away
Unlike me you'll see another day
Run like me out on the highway
I will ride so far
I'll probably never make it there
7.3 Sheets to the Wind (What's My Name)
What's my name？
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
What's my name？
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
What's my name？
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Ahhhhhhh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid mother fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On
What's My Name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what's my name？
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me
And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up
And all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one
And when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker
Cuz I'm the kid..rock muther fucker
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese M.C.'s I moe down
And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch
What's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on, come on
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock
8.Abortion
My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
9.I Wanna Go Back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
Uh cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay
In the Clem with some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the set
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.G's slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable
Watchin Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom Whit and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And I'm grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies ain't here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
And change things and bring y'all back
I'm pourin beer out for y'all
I'm singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that I'm wrong, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right, to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
And sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it dont stop
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and seen that I lost my way
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks and runnin from the cops
The only white kid walkin round on the block
Cruisin in Amp's low ridin ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
And now Richard D and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause tha me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
And that's where I'm at
I Wanna Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I Wanna Go Back...back in the time
Bring it down
Wayyyyy
Heyyyyyy
Let it ride, let it ride
Heyyyy...Heyyyy
Way back, way back y'all
10.Ya' Keep On
Shit god damn mother fucker I'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but I'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
Black hoes sayin that honky's fine
Gettin mine, just like I'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, I'll roast you
A little toast to the real MC's
Aint no love for the wannabe's
So, hey ho dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's I know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin old school
Basement party's in the Clem fool
Talkin that trash, I wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's I'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Mid western funk, and I'm the best bitch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
In the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it ain't no thang
I'm a kid when I rap, rock when I'm singin
I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause I'm, that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Ya keep
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya Keep On
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Now if you dont know hoe, I'm the man in the dark
I got more riffs than Stanley Clark
Or George Duke, shoot, I'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya don't, just step to the rear son
Cause I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this bitch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
McCough County bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relavent, elevent, type menace
But it ain't Rocky Dennis
Watch me bend this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic is my staff
Layin down them 10 comandments
Thow shall not dis the Rock god damnit
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
You keep
Rock the house
Stop it's a party
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Jam...uh...jam
Ya keep on
Rock the house
Rock...rock the house
Ya keep on
Rock...rock the house
Rock...rock the house
You keep
11.Fuck That
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!!
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
But in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I see lights in my sights, but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong
Say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
12.Fuck You Blind
I'm not the trash you think i am talking trailor park
Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark
I'll take you higher, higher
I'll take you lower, slower
I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I see you checkin out my car and my residence
Your hell bound and I see your gettin whiskey bent
I been around and I know what you meant
You dont wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead president
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'm super fly bitch
I'm not that guy bitch
I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch
Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player
I'm the pimp of the nation yeah the pussy surveyor hey
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I like that long hair swingin in them Calvin Klines
I pull them young, start fuckin with their virgin minds
I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother
I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother say
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
13.Born 2 Be A Hick
1992
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
See I was born to be a hick man
Yeah I was born to be a hick man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shotgun tokin
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
Ah har
14.My Oedipus Complex
Featuring Twisted Brown Trucker
I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If you could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like
heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
I couldn't stand to be around him
Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture, yeah
My heart turns to stone and I think of this
I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
You never loved me, you never held me tight
Instead you shook me like a beast to wake me up at night
You tried to make me think that your ways were best
When all I was was an outlet for all your stress
Life it's the ultimate sin
A game with no rules that you're expected to win
My personal hell's hidden with a grin
Dad take the stand and let the trial begin
You said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
UYoushould've went to school like your bigger brother
But you played the fool with a different color
Runnin' ship with a whip
I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped
Money made you so wise
How could you look thru my face and not see your own eyes
Do as I say and not as I do
But I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see you
And oh the pain how it hurts
It was always your home and your business that came first
You said a man is as good as his word
But your mind was closed and mine never heard
My visions blurred, thoughts obscured
And with my blinders down I strain from the heard
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree
Look at u then look at me...
You ain't nothin to me you've never been to me
And all you ever gave a damn about was money see
So now fuck you man you ain't shit to me
And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free
Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy
And I know at times I was not always there for you
No we never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time
But understand growin up son I never had a dime
So I worked my ass off and I put myself through college
And everything I have to this day u know I built it all
Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost
between us
I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you
Son I said I'm sorry but still you resent me so
Son I said I'm sorry and why do you resent me so
I always loved you I always cared for you
Just never wanted you to go through what I've been through
I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know
And now I'm hated like the devil and for why I don't know
Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Alright, get down baby
Yeaaaaahhhhhhh
I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please, please help me
I need somebody you must tell me who I am
Hey, hey, hey
Tell me who I am
Hey, hey
Tell me who I am
I am, I am
Tell me who I am, am, am
Tell meeeee
Tell meeeee
A Minute Or So After The Song Is Over -
If it looks good, you'll see it
If it sounds good, you'll hear it
If it's marketed right, you'll buy it
But if it's real, you'll feel it
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