Kid Rock
Devil Without A Cause

Bawitdaba

 Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy
 said up jump the boogy

 My name is KIIIIIIIID, Kid Rock

 Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy
 said up jump the boogy

 And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
 The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
 The gang of freaks, cars packed with speakers
 The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
 The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
 And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
 All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
 And my heros in the Methodone Clinic
 All you bastards at the IRS
 For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
 For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
 Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
 For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
 And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
 I said it's all good and it's all in fun
 Now get in the pit and try to love someone

 Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy
 said up jump the boogy

 For the timebombs ticking and the heads that hang
 All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
 Wild mustangs and porno flicks
 All my homies in the county in cell block six
 The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
 And for DB Cooper and money he took
 You can look for answers but that ain't fun
 Now get in the pit and try to love someone

 Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy
 said up jump the boogy

 For the love, and for the hate
 And for the peace
 War

Cowboy

 Cowboy...cowboy...
 Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
 Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
 Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
 Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
 And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
 With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
 Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most
 Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
 Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
 Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
 Sip the teajuna (sp')...I wanna roam
 Find the old town chillin' fools then come back home
 Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
 And set up shop at the top of four seasons
 Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy

 And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
 Cowboy baby
 With the top let back and the sunshine shining
 Cowboy baby
 West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
 I wanna be a Cowboy baby
 Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
 Cowboy baby
 I can smell a pig from a mile away

 I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
 It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
 Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
 I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
 Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
 Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fliece (sp')
 And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy

 And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
 Cowboy baby
 With the top let back and the sunshine shining
 Cowboy baby
 West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
 I wanna be a Cowboy baby
 Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
 Cowboy baby
 I can smell a pig from a mile away

 Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
 Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
 Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass
 And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass"
 No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
 Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
 No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
 I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
 Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
 Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
 Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
 They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
 Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key
 I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
 I ain't straight outta compton I'm straight out the trailer
 Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mc (mick...as in Irishman)
 My only words of wisdom are just, "Suck My Dick."
 I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
 Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion

 Cowboy
 With the top let back and the sunshine shining
 Cowboy
 Spendin' all my time at Hollywood and Vine
 Cowboy
 Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
 Cowboy
 I can smell a pig from a mile away
 Cowboy
 With the top let back and the sunshine shining
 Cowboy
 With the top let back and the sunshine shining
 Cowboy
 Hollywood and Vine

Devil Without A Cause

 You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
 But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
 Can't read my brain but you read my lips
 And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
 Now don't even trip, be a man instead
 Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
 I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
 People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a
 portion
 I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun
 Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
 So hold your bids, all bets are closed
 And fuck all you hoes
 'Cause it's been a long time comin'
 But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
 Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
 Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
 No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin' from
 the R-O-M-E-O
 Watch me throw like a fist of rage
 Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges
 Up that ass for the 9-8
 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
 Seven years on wax comin' correct
 Flat out...you diss me punk
 That's when I pull a strap out
 And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your
 hoes
 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog...I'm the
 C-E-O
 Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
 My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'."
 Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
 Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
 We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
 We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
 Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
 What the fuck's goin' on in the D
 Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
 And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys
 We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys
 Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

 Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
 I'm going Platinum
 I'm going Platinum
 We're going platinum
 Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

 Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
 Yeah we come to party
 I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
 To New York City and $700 dinners
 From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
 To gettin' much respect from top record execs
 The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out
 So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
 Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
 When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot
 Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
 Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
 Motherfuckers want to claim they're down
 But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
 All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
 I did it without you...got a brand new team
 No triple beams...it seems like a movie
 Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
 No more fluzzies...only high class hoes
 Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
 A brand new nose to go along with my habit
 And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
 Bought a couple parots that like to squak
 And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
 Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc
 You're too old to kid...too soft to rock
 Already did what most love shout
 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out
 And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
 That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time

 I'm go platinum
 I'm go platinum
 I'm go platinum
 We're going platinum
 Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

 Straight out of the streets of Taylor
 3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C
 I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
 Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco
 I'm a freak hoe...call me sick
 Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
 The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
 And rake through kind like a bum through wine
 It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
 Old as piss, but small as ass
 Watch me cash...smoke some hash
 You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
 High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle
 And I'm down with The Devil
 Say we like to party, rock the party
 We like to party, rock the party
 We like to party, rock the party
 We like to party, rock the party
 You like to party, rock the party
 We like to party, rock the party
 You like to party, rock the party

 Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

I Am The Bullgod

 I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
 forsaken
 I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you
 I'm like a train I roll hard...lettin' off much steam
 In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby
 I never was cool with James Dean
 But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam
 I swing low...like a chimp
 Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink
 But now I'm humble and I can only think
 About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
 So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
 I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes
 I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean
 And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean
 'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
 The illegitimate son of man
 The T-O-P to the D-O-G
 Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D

 And I'm trippin'
 Said I'm trippin'

 I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
 forsaken
 I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you

 A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
 But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight
 You can't cap with the master son
 So sit your ass down before I blast ya one
 'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
 And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood
 I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
 You can bet all day but I can't be bought
 Break it up let's tie one on
 I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
 So I grab my walkman but before I cut
 I got behind the garage and fire it up
 'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
 The illegitimate son of man
 The T-O-P to the D-O-G
 Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D

 And I'm trippin'
 Said I'm trippin'

 I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
 forsaken
 I'm forsaken yeah

 I ain't nothing

 Yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Come on get 'em up
 Come on get 'em up
 Come on get 'em up

 I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
 forsaken
 I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is
 I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
 As I sit in my chair and watch life go by.
 These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
 Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
 Born and raised in the outer lands
 And at times you can say I'm outta hand
 I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
 Everytime that paper hits my tongue
 And sometimes it seems so odd
 When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod
 I am the bullgod...you understand
 And here in my head is my master plan

 Uh I'm gonna get you
 I see through you
 I'm gonna get you
 I see through you

Roving Gangster (Rollin')

 Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
 I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends HUH
 I've been that route...too many times
 If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin' no crime
 I wish for that which my heart holds near
 But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear
 I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last
 You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ass
 Get gassed in your garage of sickness
 As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
 'Cause I've got plenty of rhymes to spill
 Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill
 Form like a blister, drink like a failure
 Rip like a twister right through a trailer
 Park after dark is when you'll see me comin'
 My gun's gunnin' and the 808's hummin'
 Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
 Sample anything I like and never get sued
 At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
 When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
 It's true...I'm from the old school
 Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end
 No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck
 I be
 I'm still the...body rocking '''' emcee...so clap your hands
 to what he's doing
 I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
 I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate

 See me rollin'
 You got me rollin'
 I'm rollin'
 Searchin' underneath the sun

 I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
 See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built
 I am the Trucker and my ego's large
 I'm the K to the I...call me sarge
 Roll number seven...raise south of heaven
 See my crew comin' hear them Harley's revvin'
 I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits
 Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits
 And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
 I'm a deadhead runnin' from the D-P-D
 Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
 Grab a pole and you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer
 Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
 Top car 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes
 Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
 If it ain't all that...i'll be back my man

 Rolllin' you got me rollin'
 I'm rollin'
 Searching undearneath the sun
 Rolllin' you got me ro-o-o-llin'
 I'm rollin'
 Searching undearneat the sun

 Days roll by'they roll too fast
 I said days roll by...I watch them pass

 Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
 And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh

 Rolllin' you got me rollin'
 I'm rollin'
 Searching undearneath the sun
 Searching undearneath the sun
 Searching undearneath the sun

Wasting Time

 I'm a pimp, you can check my stats
 And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack
 I rock all the tracks, so the world knows
 I love all the girls smack all the hoes
 Show love to those who come real with it
 Life's a bitch but I deal with it
 I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
 Can drink about 15 Heinekins
 I'm not born again but if I was
 I'd ask to come back with a little more love

 Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
 Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 thinking, trying to free my mind
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 trying to free my mind

 It's been a couple of months in this smokey room
 Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's
 Writin' tunes and hoping to get
 One of these motherfucking songs to hit
 A little bit of love that's all I need
 A little inspiration in a bag of weed
 A seed to plant so my tree can grow
 You know I left my girl cause I don't need that
 H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
 Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow

 Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
 Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 thinking, trying to free my mind
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 trying to free my mind

 Oh yeah
 Oh yeah
 Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah

 I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy
 Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly
 A pawn in the game that's all I am
 Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it
 I'm free to do what I please little lady
 I was born at night but not last night baby
 I've been around, seen some things
 I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings
 I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say
 But I got more time then Morris Day

 Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
 Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 thinking, trying to free my mind
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 trying to free my mind
 Smokin' and drinkin'
 I been sittin'here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 thinking, trying to free my mind
 Tryin' to free my mind
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking,
 trying to free my mind
 Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm
 drinkin'...tryin' to free my mind
 I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking,
 trying to free my mind

Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School)

 It ain't nothing but a party hey
 From the early evening 'til the break of day
 So step this way and let your mind be free
 And by the way welcome to the party

 Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
 And Detroit's city where I was born
 When I was young I knew I'd always be
 A super live body rockin' emcee
 I'm TNT I'm dynamite
 And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night
 I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk
 I became an emcee when I learned to talk
 Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga
 I gotta lotta time to eat emcees like pirhana
 I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
 'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
 I'm the ladies pick all around the world
 But I only got eyes for just one girl
 I don't roll twirl like a ballarena,
 I roll through town and I rock arenas
 I may seem a little underage
 But at least I am not underpaid
 I'm one of kind...here to shock your mind
 And I will serve no rhymes, before their time
 The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
 And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
 Who's to blame...I don't really know
 But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro
 So here we go...here here we go
 I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
 From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
 'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom...boom...boom ba
 boom boom
 The one two three the three two one
 Don't stop me know I've just begun
 Don't cut me down...don't start no fight
 Or I'll put my foot in your astronaut (or ass tonight)
 I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
 And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
 I don't like small cars or real big women
 But somehow I always find myself in 'em
 I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone
 I'm a one man band with a microphone
 Here to make you shake and move your body
 So come on in and welcome to the party

 It ain't nothing but a party hey
 From the early evening to the break of day
 So step this way and let your mind be free
 And by the way welcome to the party

 Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up) can I do my thing
 Can I have a little something to say right here
 Oh yeah, go ahead baby
 I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
 I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
 Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
 I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognac (sp')
 I'm all of that and a bag of chips
 I'm the whole damn party mix
 I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
 You can't party with me but you can kiss my ass

 It ain't nothing but a party hey
 From the early evening to the break of day
 So step this way and let your mind be free
 And by the way welcome to the party

 Hey Grandmaster Bob that old school shit's fresh
 But uh let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit bro

 I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
 I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
 Rock your pants off and party my dick off
 People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off
 I'm no rip-off , it's all original
 Not too political...a little cynical
 About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca
 I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
 Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas
 Rock on the dance floor to din dada
 Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
 Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape
 I like pussy...suckin' on titties
 Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different
 cities
 Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
 I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high
 school
 I got a whirlpool...don't even ask
 Lickin' pussy underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass
 I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
 Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine
 Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
 Forget the bullshit and bust like this
 I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
 I take from my bitches from give it to my whores
 What up I'm saying everybody
 You get fucked up and i'll rock the party

 Rock the party
 Rock the party
 Rock the party
 Rock the party
 Rock the party
 Rock the party
 Rock the party
 Rock the party

 Dude you're outta your fucking mind
 Everybody got the job you're all hired

I Got One For Ya

 Lit up like the Fourth I'm a happy drunk
 Come to poppa big momma 'cause your daddy's drunk
 I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
 Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
 Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
 Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
 It's like one of them freak things
 Hit it once maybe every couple week things
 I got no love I got no riches
 I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
 I got no game I can't reward ya
 But if you want a long one baby

 I got one for ya ' this is your shot
 I got one for ya ' this is your shot

 People always talkin' what they gonna do
 They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
 I can't understand all the push and shove
 And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
 Who planted that glove man I don't care
 I'm too busy runnin' fingers through your momma's hair
 I got no time for the fakes and phonies
 The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
 Am I the only one on my side
 Test my pride I bet you run and hide
 You think I'm weak so you're lookin' for the kill
 But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil

 I got one for ya ' this is your shot
 I got one for ya ' this is your shot

 Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy

 Yeah, lay it down brother
 Lay it down with a baby
 Lay it down with a baby

 Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits
 Yeah I'm 'bout it 'bout it so I make 'em like this
 They say, "Hey there boy all we need is one song
 Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long."
 Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
 So I'm grabbin' on my thingy while I let my pants sag
 Never thinkin' what I'm writin', just writin' what I'm
 doin'.
 They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin'
 My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
 Hey slime you wanna hit money

 I got one for ya ' this is your shot
 I got one for ya ' this is your shot

 We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock
 We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock

 Hey hey
 I got one for ya babe
 I got one for ya babe
 I got one for ya babe
 (Robert Bradley just doin' his thang)

 I like that

Somebody's Gotta Feel This

 I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
 Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides
 G-rides with a hundred spokes to match
 We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back
 I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang
 Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing
 I wanna twang like Hang...rock like roll
 Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so

 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this

 I never had a lot of money never made much sense
 Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent
 He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed
 He's rockin' dickie's slippin lickin' honey's steady
 Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold
 Told my soul to glow it said get up and go
 And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness

 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this

 I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me
 Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
 'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more
 Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour
 I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers
 Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
 Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt
 Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt
 So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap
 You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this
 Somebody's gotta feel this
 Someone's got to feel this

 Feel this

Fist Of Rage

 Gotta make this money and I make this money
 This money is me this money is everything I do and see
 Who are you to judge me
 Just let me be and let me breathe
 I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready
 to leave
 I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
 You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's
 I see the future and it's lookin' grim
 A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip

 I'm a fist of rage
 One foot in the grave
 I'm a fist of rage
 Far from saved
 I'm a fist of rage
 In a broken state
 I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage

 Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back

 Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads
 And now the Feds growin' shark fins
 My girl's knocked up we're in love
 But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up
 I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp')
 And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've
 been through
 I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces
 I can't win...even with these four aces
 My place is here...in the mix...with tricks
 And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles
 My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games
 My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
 My fuse is short and it's lit
 Like me I should have fought'sketchy...it's gettin' hard to
 see
 My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath
 These people they take and they take until there's nothing
 left

 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage
 One foot in the grave
 I'm a fist of rage
 Far from saved
 I'm a fist of rage
 In a broken state
 I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate

 Come on

 You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't
 know it
 Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
 And I know it...'cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
 Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe
 it
 And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up
 With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're
 fucked
 I hope you see my middle finger from the stage

 Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming
 I'm a fist of rage
 One foot in the grave
 I'm a fist of rage
 Far from saved
 I'm a fist of rage
 In a broken state
 I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage
 I'm a fist of rage

Only God Knows Why

 I've been sittin' here
 Tryin' to find myself
 I get behind myself
 I need to rewind myself
 Lookin' for the payback
 Listen for the playback
 They say that every man bleeds just like me
 And now I feel like number one
 Yet I'm last in life
 I watch my youngest son
 And it helps to pass the time
 I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain
 I made a couple of dollar bills still I feel the same
 Everybody knows my name
 They say it way out loud
 A lot of folks fuck me
 It's hard to hang out in crowds
 I guess that's the price you pay
 To be some big shot like I am
 Out stretched hands and one night stands
 Still I can't find love

 And when your walls come tumbling down
 I will always be around

 And when your walls come tumbling down
 I will always be around

 People don't know about the things I say and do
 They don't understand about the shit that I've been through
 It's been so long since I've been home
 I've been gone....I've been gone for way too long
 Maybe I forgot all things I miss
 Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
 I said it too many times
 And I still stand firm
 You get what you put in
 And people get what they deserve
 Still I ain't seen mine
 No I ain't seen mine
 I've been giving just ain't been gettin'
 I've been walking down that line
 So I think i'll keep on walking
 With my head held high
 I'll keep moving on and only God knows why
 Only God.....only God
 Only God knows why
 Only God....knows....why why why only God knows why
 Take me to the river's...edge
 Take me to the river...hey hey hey

Fuck Off

A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu - fuckin puffs bitch
 It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
 I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
 Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
 I get all the money pussy falls like rain
 Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain
 If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P
 It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
 You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
 Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size
 I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
 You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
 We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam
 Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn
 Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
 We won't quit until we're banned from existence
 Persistance pays if that holds true
 Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm
 through
 I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin'
 So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin'
 I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
 You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit
 But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul
 Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal
 So Fuck Off
 Yeah

 With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit
 Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
 I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack
 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
 I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
 The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
 The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't
 know me
 So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer
 I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
 Don't have no answers so pass the joint
 I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
 I ride like Setta in the Indy 5
 And get live with that which get's me high
 Strive for perfection this much is true
 We do what we say you say what we do
 Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
 So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm taking
 Rock from SoHo to Arizona
 I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna
 I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
 Put faith in lust and in God I trust
 I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies
 But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
 And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
 Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
 And I show no shame from coast to coast
 I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
 Fuck Off
 Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch
 With that Detroit city shit ain't '''' we're on the same
 script
 Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
 Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off

 Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the
 wrong air
 This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
 Two white boys who spike punch and light joints
 Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
 Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers
 Who hate the world as much as each other
 And I ain't leaving this party tonight
 'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin'
 each other
 Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck
 So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms
 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up
 So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock
 guitars
 This is for children who break rules
 People that straight fool
 And ever single teenager that hates school

 Fuck Off

Where U At Rock

HUH I grew a hurding cattle
 I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
 You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin'
 I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't
 nothin'
 Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South
 Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out
 I'll put your head out this is my night
 How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic
 I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
 Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew
 What you hoes wanna do
 One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your
 whole crew
 Like a south bound trucker
 Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a
 loss
 And when you step with your anger
 I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger)
 I give a warning but if you don't take it
 I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll
 break it
 It's all real cop a feel from my steel
 Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
 Or better yet give respect where it's earned
 You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
 You took a turn for the worst
 Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
 Now how you gonna front on that
 Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

 Where you at rock where you at
 Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
 Where you at rock where you at
 Where you at rock where you at

 1 2 and you don't stop
 3 4 and you don't quit
 1 2 and you don't stop

 From the depths of hell to God's right hand side
 I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride
 I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide
 My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive
 Am I the chosen one
 Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from
 Or where I'm goin' to stand back
 Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

 Where you at rock where you at
 Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
 Where you at rock where you at
 Where you at rock where you at

 Rock the house Yo

 And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
 Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly
 I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro
 I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe
 Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
 I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
 For you're church or you're family
 '''' couldn't stand me so she banned me
 I'm like a dandy lion Jack
 You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back
 And attack from the back like a great white
 I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun
 fight
 Behind my back talkin' shit
 But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
 Keep on and you get your ass macked
 Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

 Where you at rock where you at
 Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over here over here
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
 Where you at rock where you at
 Where you at rock where you at
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over here over here
 Where you at rock where you at
 Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
 Where you at rock where you at

Black Chic, White Guy

Does it mean shit maybe
 I don't know but yo it never phased me
 But either way heres one tail
 Of two like that and what prevailed
 It started way back in the 8th grade
 In the small old town where the two both stayed
 He came from a family of middle class
 Where everything he did he always had to ask
 She came from a place that was so alone
 You know the same old tail of a broken home
 Her momma was an alkie (sp') and more like a friend
 Had three different kids from three different men
 And that's just the way shit was
 Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was
 Anyway the two kept on
 With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
 And after the bullshit and whatten
 That day came the two started fuckin'
 All the time you know kids habit's
 Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
 Sneakin out the car when he was 15
 Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
 Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
 Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
 His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
 9th grade came 'I'm pregnant'
 Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
 But they decided to abort it
 It might have been right it might have been wrong
 But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up
 Where is it who is it how is it was it right
 These are the things he thought in bed at night
 A lot of people might laugh at this
 But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

 Ain't no sunshine when you're low
 I'm low
 People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
 Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
 I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

 Now as time went on the the two kept on
 They kept seeing each other off and on
 See she moved to the city and you know what happened
 Black chic with a real white accent
 Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
 Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
 Still seein' that other kid on the side
 She kept most of her thoughts inside
 See all the first guy did was just love her
 While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
 She was livin' all wild
 I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
 She asked the first guy to have his baby
 He looked at her like she must be crazy
 He was makin' records and goin' on tour
 20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
 And all that while she sat at home and got macked
 If she stepped out of line she got slapped
 And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
 And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
 And went to jail but first she had his son
 Ooohh and now what to do
 She had no man no money and no clue
 Now the other guy came back from tourin'
 And she called him up early one mornin'
 They hooked up her mind was blown
 As he began to raise her son as his own
 And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
 And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
 And people still laugh at this shit
 Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

 Ain't no sunshine when you're low
 I'm low
 People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
 Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
 I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

 Now for the next year there was some good times
 A few bad times mostly good times
 See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
 He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
 Not like she was any kind of Saint
 See in this story there's a lot of red paint
 But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
 And she talked about havin' another baby
 The guy was like ooh Lord
 We got one now that we can't afford
 But she convinced she could handle two
 Said I want your child or I'm leavin you
 I can't figure out why then he didn't run
 I guess he was attached to her and her son
 All confused about what to do
 That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too
 Slut
 Could barely pay her rent
 And then the same old shit 'I'm pregrant'
 And if that ain't some shit cuz
 The girl didn't even know who the father was
 And still by her side the first guy stayed
 Head gettin' more fucked by the day
 He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
 And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
 Was born in the front seat of his car
 It was amazing
 Kinda like a shooting star
 He was happy told his family and friends
 Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
 And that crushed him quick
 Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
 But before he found all that out
 From the same chic another kid popped out
 And that shit's real ill
 Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
 She must have known all along
 The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
 Three different kids from three different men
 History repeats itself again
 And after some more shit got stirred
 He kicked that bitch to the curb
 And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a
 bit
 And he loves him
 But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

 Ain't no sunshine when you're low
 I'm low
 People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
 Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
 I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
 I'm still standin'
 I'm still standin'
 I'm still standin'