This is the true story about mackin')

Times are changing, more so each year

But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if you hear me yell, just drop that top

And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test

Sucess, never fessed take a guess

I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp

Straight limpin boones from drinkin

At the party big booty pinchin

Chillin, like a villian

Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin,

the find hoe drillin'

With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain

Been gone too long, too much cocaine

But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock

Left to right, all night, my games tight

I wish you might take a bite

Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest.

Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town

Top Dog get down

Radio wont 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

Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O

"Kid Rock, I aint not bitch"

Oh yes you are hoe

So quit frontin like ya dont know

When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino

Get a good look, bro, get a good gander

Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser

Spreadin like a cancer, a virus

Now your lookin really gay

Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus

I'm the highest emcee of all time

Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind

And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see

Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV

I be what they call an O G bitch

I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Say what

One time for your mother

Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all

Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all

Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all

Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all

Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all

Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all

Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss

Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss

A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee

Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch.

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses

I only bust the fat asses

And I dont be givin' a fuck

Who the hell can rap better then 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 slimmy's, and the cities that I rock

So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya

If you wanna get your freak on

I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh

Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Hey hey hey yeah yeah

Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all

Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all

Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all

Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all

Because the Kid Rock party dont 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 dont 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

Eith the boogie drama yeah

With the boogie drama oh yeah

Ridin around the neighborhood

Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good.

With the boogie, drama yeah

Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine.

Playin the radio you look so fine.

With the boogie, drama

With the boogie, drama

Well well well baby

Let's get funkie, 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