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Kid rock that's right you know |
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I'm back ho |
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From the dead where |
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I had to lay low |
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Seems strange but |
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I ain't changed nothing |
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Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me |
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In the flesh and |
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I guess I'm the best |
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In the muther fuckin midwest 'cause there's no contest |
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For the pimp in the pimp of the nation |
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So fuck college and a good education |
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All we need to learn is how to hold hands |
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Then we could live in peace in my homeland |
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God damn the way my pain swells |
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I spend all my time killin' brain cells |
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The light shed on me was a dim gleam |
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So I live life in a bottle of jim beam |
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Droppin' dots or sniffin' that blow black, |
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I go to sleep at night watchin' kojak |
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Fuck hoes 'cause |
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I'm no big fag |
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Roll with zig zags like to read skin mags |
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When I shoot |
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I never miss |
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And if I played the bass |
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I'd probably pluck it like this... |
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People wanna know what |
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I'm thinkin' but |
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I don't care |
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So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of cuervo |
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Just a wild young buck |
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Got banned from the shelter but |
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I really don't give a fuck'cause |
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I still be clownin' suckers be frownin' |
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Forties of busch |
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I be poundin' |
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I ain't dead in the head like manson |
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I'm more laid back than muther fuckin' ted danson |
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Hanson brother style when |
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I'm rumblin' |
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Couple of shots of don q and |
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I be stumblin' |
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Fumblin' footballs hangin' in the pool halls |
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Out late night with my crew stealin' u-hauls |
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I'm not into havin' clean fun |
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I step into the party strapped with a machine gun |
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But I'm no gangster like gotti"i'm just an m.c. to put the boogie in the party" |
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Back in black plus a new track |
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And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback |
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When I shoot |
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I never miss |
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And if I played the guitar |
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I'd probably strum it like this... |
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So give it up bitch 'cause |
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I'm the kid rock |
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And today |
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I know you don't wanna get shot |
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You look gay you're too cliche |
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So fuck all y'all hoes and yo chuck pass the jay |
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Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick buck |
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But muther fuckers like y'all just have no luck |
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Your little plan was a flop |
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Tryin' to get em on by sellin out the kid rock |
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A part of me was with you but yo he died, |
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And I'm glad you stepped off 'cause |
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I ain't givin' no free rides |
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You little bald headed peon |
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And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on'cause |
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I'm sure I'm sure ya |
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Are gonna try to come back around but |
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I'll ignore ya |
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It only takes one shot to floor ya'cause |
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I'm kid rock bitch and |
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I'm real mutha for ya |
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Better jet so 'cause |
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I won't let no hoes from the metro |
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Take mine "what up doe" |
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Come look son |
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I'm number one..."'cause |
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I worked like a bitch to get the job done" |
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In the twilight zone with rod serling |
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I ain't goin' bald so fuck sy sperling |
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When I shoot |
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I never miss |
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And if I played the harmonica |
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I'd probably blow it like this... |
