1.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
And dreamin' like a lonley 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've been missin' you
I've never heard you cry
I've never seen you why
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 ive done
I'm dieing in the shadows of this man i've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now wheres 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
Its god himself in a jar
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 heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But i'm me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so lonely
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
2.American Bad Ass
yeah
And i've 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 im back with the beaver hats
And ben davis slacks
30 packs of strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And i did not studder when i said that
I'm going platnum
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 cut!!!!!
I like ac／dc and zz top
Moiphus, beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, segar, limp, korn, the stones
David allen coe and no show jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from detroit
Soul from motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never gave away
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 cut!!!!!!
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
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 doubble wide
Side car my glide
So joe c can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and flare
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 oklaholma
So 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.Born To Be A Hick
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 the biskit 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 man
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 the biskit 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 shot gun tokin i'm a john deer drivin
I'm a hiiiiiiick
Ahhh har
4.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 ＊sniffffff＊
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 {＊guitar riff＊}
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!
5.I Am The Bullgod(Bottrill's Mix)
6.Intro(History Of Rock)
Our lesson begins in the small town of romeo michigan 1985
Several years ago
Deep on the west side of detroit
I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop
Don balaw, wes chill and my dj jc fresh
Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by
night
But still the force was not complete
That's when we met our homeboy by the name of kid rock
Others had doubts of the lad because he was white
But i knew what time it was
So i put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....fuck off!
This is the history of rock
7.Is That You？
By icp ＆ kid rock
Violent j, violent j, is that you？
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do？
Violent j, violent j, is that you？
A wicked, wicked clown, just for you
I drink faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz i'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Knock and i press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, ho, don't ya know
I'm violent j of the icp, yo
I got me a check let's cash it
If i could spend it with the hoes on grass shit
But don't get all geek slut
Cuz i'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
'uhh what's this clown shit about？'
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-mi-ray
Now it's about time i say：
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you？
Yeah, let me tell ya what i wanna do
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you？
Yo lay, yo lay, yo lay ＊y hooooo!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent violent j is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid rock, kid rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cryin' for？
I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So i fucked her in her ass and i threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said： 'drive me to the city', so i dropped her off at
lakeside
'aren't you driving me home？', well i meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the center
Ho, this ain't no taxi
I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes i be macking
Yeah...kid rock, kid rock
Never slacking, hoes i be macking
Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, i'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, i might doal in it
Like somebody else i know
I been to mount clemens as i've been to romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that i run with
Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, i snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, i'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cuz it really don't matter
I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz it's about time i say
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you？
Yeah, let me tell you what i wanna do
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you？
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know i drown hoes
Fuck 'em doggie style and play that ass like the bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never whiff, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and i'm no joker
But i can shoot a nut 50 foot like the super soaker
But yo, i'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead i play john holmes in a sequel to deep throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
...fuckin' fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
...word
8.Kyle's Mom Is A Big Fat Bitch
Kid rock (in background)：
Lemme tell ya 'bout kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, joe c.
Joe c.：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch i know
And she stinks like shit!
Remember back when, the day when she was skinny,
Now she's fucked cause she still thinks she's pritty
I just laugh, and walk on past saying：
'shit, god damn thats a big fat ass!'
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But i still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe c., i'm a crazy hick, down with kid rock, and the south park
click
I don't know much, but i know this shit：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch!
Kid rock：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe c.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid rock：
Kid rock... check it, un hu, un hu...
My homme named kyle lives up the block,
Got a big fat mom that sucks my cock!
Non stop, she's a sight to see,
A real slappy bitch that dusts right by me.
She might be the best suck in the mountians,
Ten times a week, but shit, who's counting？
I'm astounded by the thing's she does,
She's the suckinist, fuckinist creep there ever was!
She aint a slut she's a supper groupie,
Pass that bitch around like a dubbie!
I don't know much, but i know this：
Kyle's mom is a big fat bitch!
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe c.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid rock (in background)：
Oh, shit....
Tell 'em joe
Joe c.：
Im joe c., the 'c' stands for cool,
I might be a fuck, but i aint no fool!
I just rolled from south park to boulder,
Cause kyles mom trippin' on that soil boulder!
Then i sold her, cause i'm like that freak ass pimp,
But you know that, i just pack all tracks like a puffy,
Colorodo bitches aint shit but yuppies.
Wut up, i'm the j-o-e to the mother fucking c
It's the place to be,
I don't know much but i know this,
Kyle's mom is a big fat bitch!
Kid rock：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe c.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid rock (in background)：
You, that's right, joe c., kid rock,
The twisted brown mother fucking trucker,
This goes out to all the fat bitches...
Hehehe!
Yo, yo, let's make some wine.
9.New Skin
Now i'm sheddin' my skin
Ya gotta listen to me
I'll tell ya what i see, never belive what you read
This shit is spreadin' like a disease
Never feel withdrawn, time to move on, get your groove on
Say goodbye, everything must die, solidify
And fly to a new level
A place where love is unconditional, physical
And non-denomanitional
Like a snake, shed my skin, leave my past where i've been...
Can you feel what i feel？
To hold on must be killed, don't cry over what's been spilled
Yeah, yeah,
Can you feel what i feel？
See the kid rock pumpin' up a' down your block with no cares
Long hair, swingin' middle fingers in the air
People stare and point, i hit the joint and laugh
Kiss my ass!
The past is more than 10 years i've grown from a complete
unknown
Into the high zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring
Never thought i'd a mount to a damn thing
I'm the man, singin' like curtis may
Mack on homies like ruby day
It's been a long time comin', but you know what's happened
Straight pimpin' and sittin' five times platinum..
10.Fuck That(Any Given Sunday Soundtrack)
Shimmy shimmy mother fuckin cocoa puff bicth
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 hash
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!
11.Warm Winter(Crow Salvation Soundtrack)
Some of this maybe wrong. If you notice that some parts are
wrong and don't make sense please e-mail me with the correction
Ha
You took my friends away, Yeah
You got them livin for the grave
Now everything's been fine since you been gone
But you made my winter's feel so warm
I'm livin for the soul that ain't been born
Yeah
See the suckers come down
It's alright
Mother Fucker
Come see
You played my soul for your fucking fool
Yeah down in the beat
You took my life and turned it around
But you made my winter's feel so warm
I'm livin for the soul that ain't been born
Yeah
See the suckers come down
It's alright
Mother Fucker
Come see
Yeaaaaahhhhhhh
Your making me feel this way
I can't live everytime I'm in my grave
Yeah...Yeah
You got time burning the place on me, Yeah
Oh never alone, I've been fine, Yeah
Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhh
Your makin me feel this way
Yeah...Yeah
I guess I'm livin everytime you sit in my grave
You got the joke to break on me
So I'm never alone, I've been fine
12.X-Games Theme(Espn X-Games)
I be the Kid Rock trucking with the TBT
Twisted Brown so stick around your after me
These crazy fools, I'm gunna bust some flips
Pull verts and trips I've seen splits a fat lips
Bone trip, just get a grip my man
We bout to get it goin on all across the land
I've got a band that slams Kid Rock's the name
So be ready for the X-GAME for the X-GAME
Uh huh and ya don't stop
Uh huh and ya don't stop
13.Is That You？(Icp-Carnival Of Carnage)
Vocal：Icp／Kid Rock
Violent J, Violent J, is that you？
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do？
Violent J, Violent J, is that you？
A wicked, wicked clown, just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Knock and I press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, ho, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo
I got me a check let's cash it
If I could spend it with the hoes on grass shit
But don't get all geek slut
Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
'Uhh what's this clown shit about？'
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-mi-ray
Now it's about time I say：
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
Yo lay, yo lay, yo lay ＊y hooooo!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cryin' for？
I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in her ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said： 'Drive me to the city', so I dropped her off at
lakeside
'Aren't you driving me home？', well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the center
Ho, this ain't no taxi
I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Yeah...Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might doal in it
Like somebody else I know
I been to Mount Clemens as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cuz it really don't matter
I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck 'em doggie style and play that ass like the bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never whiff, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like the super soaker
But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
...fuckin' fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
...word
14.What'chu Lookin' At(Mission Impossible 2 Soundtrack)
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
That's all I ever did in New York was die
That's all I ever did in L.A. was die
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave goodbye to Miss American Pie
Cuz you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it
Whatever happened to the feel good music？
Somewhere, somehow, someway, somebody pulled the plug
And left me sittin' in a dirty little body
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
You run around pullin' stunts like that
See never in my life could I front like that
I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that
I'm a keep it nonfiction and take my hat...uh
Remember back when things looked grim
I spent a lot of time and money on whims
I remember the crew, remember the good times
Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine
It's all gone that's a thing of the past
The fact remains that it moves real fast
So why you sit around hopin' things might change
I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way!
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemption...huh
I've been oppressed for less that attention
I got your extension, but I'll probably never call
Cuz this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal ball
And I'm uphauled by things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it
You want this so bad you can taste it
Detroit love can you feel that...feel that
That's stick an move can you feel that...feel that
I'm on the rack for the two triple zero
Full failure all American Hero
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
I'm here to tell you baby life's been good to me
I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
15.Somebody's Gotta Feel This(Road Rash 3D The Album)
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 sippin lickin' slippin honey's pop that
daddy'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
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 rope
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
16.Higher(Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise)
And if you feel it
Then let me know it
Show it
Here's your chance, don't blow it
I got game to player, now watch me throw it
I feel we owe it to the people on the real side
To collide styles because it seems real music died
We got pride in the city Detroit
Kid Rock and Bradley baby, umph now it's the real joint
And when it hits like a fist from Joe Louis
Trying to get higher than it will just blow through us
I heard lightning
I heard thunder
I saw the river about to blow
I saw faces
So many places
Wondering where I got to go
Feel like I got to find
Some kind of piece of mind
Where I can rest my aching soul
Take me higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
Were going higher baby
Set me soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Way up
Come on, come on, come on, come one
Higher
Higher baby
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Were going way up to stay up
I heard stories
I got older
Wonder if I could believe
But I take whatTake me higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
Were going higher baby
Set me soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Way up
Come on, come on, come on, come one
Higher
Higher baby
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Were going way up to stay up
You give a brother
Wonder if I really need
But I know that
Gone tomorrow
I'm gonna reach a higher spot
Show me that fire
Take me higher
Somehow I got to breathe
Come on
Take me higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
Were going higher baby
Set me soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Way up
Come on, come on, come on, come one
Higher
Higher baby
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Higher
Were going way up to stay up
Uh
A little higher
A little fire
Take me up
And if you feel it in your toes and it won't stop
And if it's deep in your soul then you can't stop
And if you know what I know, then you won't stop
Were going way up, way up, way up, way up...Stay Up
Tear it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Tear it up
Set my soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Tear it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Were going way up to stay up
Oh ho
Fuck...that
Come on
Higher than love
Way up, way up, way up
Set my soul...on fire
Come on
Yeah, come on
Uh, yeah
Higher...Yeah
Hugher...Come on
Yeah
17.Tramp 2(Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise)
I was born on a farm in Alabama
And I was raised on God and came a long way
And I was rollin down the road, in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
But I came and went to mighty Texas
And I been livin there, down in Montery
But now rolling down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
For long I was born in
And I been ？？？
And I was rollin down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Or like the river
I've got to keep on rollin
Like that river
Got to keep on rollin
Well I've been down in the boardwalk of New York City
And I toast some win in Harlem
But now rollin down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
Rollin down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
18.Kyle's Mom Is A Big Fat Bitch(Southpark Bigger Better Longer Uncut)
Kid Rock (in background)：
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, Joe C.
Joe C.：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know
and she stinks like shit!
Remember back when, the day when she was skinny,
Now she's fucked cause she still thinks she's pritty
I Just laugh, and walk on past saying：
'Shit, god damn thats a big fat ass!'
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down with Kid Rock, and the South Park
Click
I don't know much, But I know this shit：
Kyle's Momma's a Big Fat Bitch!
Kid Rock：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe C.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock：
Kid Rock... check it, un hu, un hu...
My homme named Kyle lives up the block,
Got a big fat mom that sucks my cock!
Non stop, she's a sight to see,
A real slappy bitch that dusts right by me.
She might be the best suck in the Mountians,
Ten times a week, but shit, who's counting？
I'm astounded by the thing's she does,
She's the suckinist, fuckinist creep there ever was!
She aint a slut she's a supper groupie,
Pass that bitch around like a dubbie!
I don't Know much, but I know this：
Kyle's Mom Is a Big Fat Bitch!
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe C.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock (in background)：
Oh, shit....
Tell 'em Joe
Joe C.：
Im Joe C., the 'C' stands for cool,
I might be a fuck, but i aint no fool!
I Just rolled from South Park to Boulder,
Cause Kyles mom trippin' on that soil Boulder!
Then I sold her, cause I'm like that freak ass pimp,
But You Know that, I just pack all tracks like a puffy,
Colorodo Bitches aint shit but yuppies.
Wut up, I'm the J-O-E to the Mother Fucking C
It's the place to be,
I don't Know much but I know this,
Kyle's Mom Is a Big Fat Bitch!
Kid Rock：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe C.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock (In Background)：
You, that's right, Joe C., Kid Rock,
The Twisted Brown Mother Fucking Trucker,
This Goes out to all the Fat Bitches...
Hehehe!
Yo, Yo, let's make some wine.
19.New Skin(Tommy Lee-Methods Of Mayhem)
Now I'm sheddin' my skin
Ya gotta listen to me
I'll tell ya what I see, never belive what you read
This shit is spreadin' like a disease
Never feel withdrawn, time to move on, get your groove on
Say goodbye, everything must die, solidify
And fly to a new level
A place where love is unconditional, physical
And non-denomanitional
Like a snake, shed my skin, leave my past where I've been...
Can you feel what I feel？
To hold on must be killed, don't cry over what's been spilled
Yeah, yeah,
Can you feel what I feel？
See the Kid Rock pumpin' up a' down your block with no cares
Long hair, swingin' middle fingers in the air
People stare and point, I hit the joint and laugh
Kiss my ass!
The past is more than 10 years I've grown from a complete
unknown
Into the high zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring
Never thought I'd a mount to a damn thing
I'm the man, singin' like Curtis May
Mack on homies like Ruby Day
It's been a long time comin', but you know what's happened
Straight pimpin' and sittin' five times Platinum..
20.Chris Jericho's Theme(Wwf Agression Break The Wall Down)
Come on
You know I get ya
One, Break the wall down
Break down the wall
Aaaaahhhhh
For that was about the one and want you wan't
Baby you know your Judas
And I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the lease
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the abuse
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Jericho
Break the wall down
Yeah
I'm awakened from a deep sleep
You're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heat
I am the pack that flock ya like sheep
Step into the town and break the walls down
Ya heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then ya know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho
Your going down
Going down
Your going down by Jericho
You feel me know
You know
Uh, you feel me know
Break the wall down
Jericho
For that was about the one, set the clock
For those about to jump I'm all pumped
For those about to go, watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho
I'll break it down
Break it down
Jericho
For that was about the one and what you want
Baby you know your Judas
And I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the lease
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the abuse
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Jericho
Break the wall down
Yeah
I'm awakened from a deep sleep
You're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heat
I am the pack that flock ya like sheep
Step into the town and break the walls down
Ya heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then ya know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho
Your going down
Going down
Your going down by Jericho
You feel me know
You know
Uh, you feel me know
Break the wall down
Jericho
Uh, break the walls down
For that was about the one, set the clock
For those about to jump I'm all pumped
For those about to go, watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho
I'll break it down
Break it down
Jericho
1.Fuck That(Any Given Sunday Soundtrack)
Shimmy shimmy mother fuckin cocoa puff bicth
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 hash
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!
2.Warm Winter(Crow Salvation Soundtrack)
Some of this maybe wrong. If you notice that some parts are
wrong and don't make sense please e-mail me with the correction
Ha
You took my friends away, Yeah
You got them livin for the grave
Now everything's been fine since you been gone
But you made my winter's feel so warm
I'm livin for the soul that ain't been born
Yeah
See the suckers come down
It's alright
Mother Fucker
Come see
You played my soul for your fucking fool
Yeah down in the beat
You took my life and turned it around
But you made my winter's feel so warm
I'm livin for the soul that ain't been born
Yeah
See the suckers come down
It's alright
Mother Fucker
Come see
Yeaaaaahhhhhhh
Your making me feel this way
I can't live everytime I'm in my grave
Yeah...Yeah
You got time burning the place on me, Yeah
Oh never alone, I've been fine, Yeah
Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhh
Your makin me feel this way
Yeah...Yeah
I guess I'm livin everytime you sit in my grave
You got the joke to break on me
So I'm never alone, I've been fine
3.X-Games Theme(Espn X-Games)
I be the Kid Rock trucking with the TBT
Twisted Brown so stick around your after me
These crazy fools, I'm gunna bust some flips
Pull verts and trips I've seen splits a fat lips
Bone trip, just get a grip my man
We bout to get it goin on all across the land
I've got a band that slams Kid Rock's the name
So be ready for the X-GAME for the X-GAME
Uh huh and ya don't stop
Uh huh and ya don't stop
4.Is That You？(Icp-Carnival Of Carnage)
Vocal：Icp／Kid Rock
Violent J, Violent J, is that you？
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do？
Violent J, Violent J, is that you？
A wicked, wicked clown, just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Knock and I press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, ho, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo
I got me a check let's cash it
If I could spend it with the hoes on grass shit
But don't get all geek slut
Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
'Uhh what's this clown shit about？'
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-mi-ray
Now it's about time I say：
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
Yo lay, yo lay, yo lay ＊y hooooo!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cryin' for？
I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in her ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said： 'Drive me to the city', so I dropped her off at
lakeside
'Aren't you driving me home？', well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the center
Ho, this ain't no taxi
I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Yeah...Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might doal in it
Like somebody else I know
I been to Mount Clemens as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cuz it really don't matter
I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you？
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck 'em doggie style and play that ass like the bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never whiff, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like the super soaker
But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
...fuckin' fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
...word
5.What'chu Lookin' At(Mission Impossible 2 Soundtrack)
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
That's all I ever did in New York was die
That's all I ever did in L.A. was die
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave goodbye to Miss American Pie
Cuz you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it
Whatever happened to the feel good music？
Somewhere, somehow, someway, somebody pulled the plug
And left me sittin' in a dirty little body
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
You run around pullin' stunts like that
See never in my life could I front like that
I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that
I'm a keep it nonfiction and take my hat...uh
Remember back when things looked grim
I spent a lot of time and money on whims
I remember the crew, remember the good times
Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine
It's all gone that's a thing of the past
The fact remains that it moves real fast
So why you sit around hopin' things might change
I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way!
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemption...huh
I've been oppressed for less that attention
I got your extension, but I'll probably never call
Cuz this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal ball
And I'm uphauled by things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it
You want this so bad you can taste it
Detroit love can you feel that...feel that
That's stick an move can you feel that...feel that
I'm on the rack for the two triple zero
Full failure all American Hero
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
I'm here to tell you baby life's been good to me
I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin at...What'chu lookin
at...What'chu lookin at
6.Somebody's Gotta Feel This(Road Rash 3D The Album)
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 sippin lickin' slippin honey's pop that
daddy'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
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 rope
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
7.Higher(Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise)
And if you feel it
Then let me know it
Show it
Here's your chance, don't blow it
I got game to player, now watch me throw it
I feel we owe it to the people on the real side
To collide styles because it seems real music died
We got pride in the city Detroit
Kid Rock and Bradley baby, umph now it's the real joint
And when it hits like a fist from Joe Louis
Trying to get higher than it will just blow through us
I heard lightning
I heard thunder
I saw the river about to blow
I saw faces
So many places
Wondering where I got to go
Feel like I got to find
Some kind of piece of mind
Where I can rest my aching soul
Take me higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
Were going higher baby
Set me soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Way up
Come on, come on, come on, come one
Higher
Higher baby
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Were going way up to stay up
I heard stories
I got older
Wonder if I could believe
But I take whatTake me higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
Were going higher baby
Set me soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Way up
Come on, come on, come on, come one
Higher
Higher baby
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Were going way up to stay up
You give a brother
Wonder if I really need
But I know that
Gone tomorrow
I'm gonna reach a higher spot
Show me that fire
Take me higher
Somehow I got to breathe
Come on
Take me higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
Were going higher baby
Set me soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Way up
Come on, come on, come on, come one
Higher
Higher baby
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Higher
Were going way up to stay up
Uh
A little higher
A little fire
Take me up
And if you feel it in your toes and it won't stop
And if it's deep in your soul then you can't stop
And if you know what I know, then you won't stop
Were going way up, way up, way up, way up...Stay Up
Tear it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Tear it up
Set my soul
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On fire
Were going way up to stay up
Tear it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A little higher
A little higher
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Were going way up to stay up
Oh ho
Fuck...that
Come on
Higher than love
Way up, way up, way up
Set my soul...on fire
Come on
Yeah, come on
Uh, yeah
Higher...Yeah
Hugher...Come on
Yeah
8.Tramp 2(Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise)
I was born on a farm in Alabama
And I was raised on God and came a long way
And I was rollin down the road, in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
But I came and went to mighty Texas
And I been livin there, down in Montery
But now rolling down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
For long I was born in
And I been ？？？
And I was rollin down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Or like the river
I've got to keep on rollin
Like that river
Got to keep on rollin
Well I've been down in the boardwalk of New York City
And I toast some win in Harlem
But now rollin down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
Uh Hoo Hooooooooooo
Hoo Hoooooooooooooo
Rollin down the road in the Motor City
Feeling a draft
Singing songs of my Tramp
9.Kyle's Mom Is A Big Fat Bitch(Southpark Bigger Better Longer Uncut)
Kid Rock (in background)：
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, Joe C.
Joe C.：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know
and she stinks like shit!
Remember back when, the day when she was skinny,
Now she's fucked cause she still thinks she's pritty
I Just laugh, and walk on past saying：
'Shit, god damn thats a big fat ass!'
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down with Kid Rock, and the South Park
Click
I don't know much, But I know this shit：
Kyle's Momma's a Big Fat Bitch!
Kid Rock：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe C.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock：
Kid Rock... check it, un hu, un hu...
My homme named Kyle lives up the block,
Got a big fat mom that sucks my cock!
Non stop, she's a sight to see,
A real slappy bitch that dusts right by me.
She might be the best suck in the Mountians,
Ten times a week, but shit, who's counting？
I'm astounded by the thing's she does,
She's the suckinist, fuckinist creep there ever was!
She aint a slut she's a supper groupie,
Pass that bitch around like a dubbie!
I don't Know much, but I know this：
Kyle's Mom Is a Big Fat Bitch!
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe C.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock (in background)：
Oh, shit....
Tell 'em Joe
Joe C.：
Im Joe C., the 'C' stands for cool,
I might be a fuck, but i aint no fool!
I Just rolled from South Park to Boulder,
Cause Kyles mom trippin' on that soil Boulder!
Then I sold her, cause I'm like that freak ass pimp,
But You Know that, I just pack all tracks like a puffy,
Colorodo Bitches aint shit but yuppies.
Wut up, I'm the J-O-E to the Mother Fucking C
It's the place to be,
I don't Know much but I know this,
Kyle's Mom Is a Big Fat Bitch!
Kid Rock：
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Joe C.：
She's a three toed snake ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock (In Background)：
You, that's right, Joe C., Kid Rock,
The Twisted Brown Mother Fucking Trucker,
This Goes out to all the Fat Bitches...
Hehehe!
Yo, Yo, let's make some wine.
10.New Skin(Tommy Lee-Methods Of Mayhem)
Now I'm sheddin' my skin
Ya gotta listen to me
I'll tell ya what I see, never belive what you read
This shit is spreadin' like a disease
Never feel withdrawn, time to move on, get your groove on
Say goodbye, everything must die, solidify
And fly to a new level
A place where love is unconditional, physical
And non-denomanitional
Like a snake, shed my skin, leave my past where I've been...
Can you feel what I feel？
To hold on must be killed, don't cry over what's been spilled
Yeah, yeah,
Can you feel what I feel？
See the Kid Rock pumpin' up a' down your block with no cares
Long hair, swingin' middle fingers in the air
People stare and point, I hit the joint and laugh
Kiss my ass!
The past is more than 10 years I've grown from a complete
unknown
Into the high zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring
Never thought I'd a mount to a damn thing
I'm the man, singin' like Curtis May
Mack on homies like Ruby Day
It's been a long time comin', but you know what's happened
Straight pimpin' and sittin' five times Platinum..
11.Chris Jericho's Theme(Wwf Agression Break The Wall Down)
Come on
You know I get ya
One, Break the wall down
Break down the wall
Aaaaahhhhh
For that was about the one and want you wan't
Baby you know your Judas
And I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the lease
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the abuse
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Jericho
Break the wall down
Yeah
I'm awakened from a deep sleep
You're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heat
I am the pack that flock ya like sheep
Step into the town and break the walls down
Ya heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then ya know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho
Your going down
Going down
Your going down by Jericho
You feel me know
You know
Uh, you feel me know
Break the wall down
Jericho
For that was about the one, set the clock
For those about to jump I'm all pumped
For those about to go, watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho
I'll break it down
Break it down
Jericho
For that was about the one and what you want
Baby you know your Judas
And I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the lease
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the abuse
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Jericho
Break the wall down
Yeah
I'm awakened from a deep sleep
You're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heat
I am the pack that flock ya like sheep
Step into the town and break the walls down
Ya heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then ya know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho
Your going down
Going down
Your going down by Jericho
You feel me know
You know
Uh, you feel me know
Break the wall down
Jericho
Uh, break the walls down
For that was about the one, set the clock
For those about to jump I'm all pumped
For those about to go, watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho
I'll break it down
Break it down
Jericho
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