Oooooooooooo ooooooo...Yeahhhhhh

And while your out gang bangin

Trying to catch a murder case

Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face

Bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jam

Say what?

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 the cash big checks

And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray

Cause the reach around just sounds so gay

I don't 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 ain't got no feel

I don't need the fancy music to make mine

Just the beat and the funky ass bass line

Drop a couple cuts on the track

A tracks to the mother fuckin wax

So while your making record that don't recoup, huh

I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop



Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

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

Oooooooooo oooooooo...Yeaaaaaahhhhh

All night long



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 don't hafta lay sod

Just to make ends meet

October thirty-first 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 hoe, 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 ain't 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 lose the funk,

I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump



Hehe

Yeeeaaah, Uh

Yeeeaaah, Uh, Uh, Uh

Yeeeaaah

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 till the break of dawn

Come on, come on

Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh

Hahaha

Come on, come on baby, all night long



Fuck me baby, let it ride, let it ride

Fuck me baby, oh yeah

Come on, come on, come on, oh yeah

Somebody

Fuck me baby, oh yeah

Love me baby, oh yeah

Come on baby, (Oh Yeah), all night long, (Oh Yeah)

Baby, come on, (Oh Yeah), fuck me baby, (Oh Yeah)

Come on and do me daddy all night long, (Oh Yeah)

Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah)

Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah)

Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah), All night long