Who are you, who are you

Well i'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack

How you step rock

I step in stride

I step across stage with my nuts in my hand

The punks wanna front cause i got my own band

Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz

And my shit dont stink, like eli's does

I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard

Nah man, i kicked that bitch to the curb

I dont really need to be tied down

I'm a ramblin man, and i'm platinum bound

Me too, rolled my crew, i'm not too new

.16 is what i blew

I bet that set you straight, that illegal action

Fuck that, i still roll with a 40 in my lap

Back in 2nd grade, i carried a lunch box

Turned 21 started smokin crack pots

Snortin that D by the dime

Wish i could slow down, i'm ahead of my time

I'm the Krack, i'm the Krack

Krack, Krack, Krack

I'm the Krack bitch, my last dimes what i'm bettin

I'm up in the casino with a flash like stetson

Girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer

So i grab me a bitch and i slapped her in the rear

My livingroom is the place i'm hangin out

Uptight pussy's is the shit i'm bangin out

I'm sick of livin in these perplex times

That's why i kick these motherfuckin sex rhymes



I'm headin down south

I'm headin down south

I'm headin down, headin down



Hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go

I'm headin down south on a dusty path

I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask

Ass on the wagon and they think i'm all soft

But i dont givea fuck, i'm trippin my balls off

Up in the crack house tunin them rocks off

Hoe's come around an we be knockin the box top

Knocked out, knocked up and all that shit

Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your clit

Everything that gets old

It get's over rated

Old to me, just means out dated

I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit

Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's clit

Oh shit, and there it is

I get a lot of pussy cause i'm in show biz

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out.

Put her hands on her flop and started eyein me

So i smacked the ole bitch with my flyin D

That's when i said "man i gotta get a grip"

Looked at the TV realized i was trippin



It aint no party like a Detroit party

Cause a Detroit party dont stop

I said It aint no party like a Detroit party

Cause a Detroit party dont stop

It aint no party like a Detroit party

Cause a Detroit party dont stop

I said It aint no party like a Detroit party

Cause a Detroit party dont stop