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

Cause 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

Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your foot

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, yodlehooooo



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



[-Kid Rock-]

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 yodle 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

Cause it really don't matter

I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander

Every fucking day

Cause 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



[-Kid Rock-]

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 fifty 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

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

Fuckin' fool ya

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

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