American Bad Ass
Yeah! and I've set up and torn down this stage with my own two
hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this....
Are you scared?
Devil without cause, and I'm back
with the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flows
Chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that I'm goin
platinum...sellin rhymes
I went platinum..seven times
And still they ill they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why..why..why
(chorus)
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at and Say
HEY HEY
Let me hear where you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top, Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of
Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen Coe with No
Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
I'm not gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
(chorus)
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at and Say
HEY HEY
Let me hear where you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
Yeah...I saw your band...
Jumping around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gunna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with Twisted BBBBBBrown Truckkkkkeeeeerrrr
I'm an American Bad Ass
Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock
Or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gunna fuck some hoes after I rock this place
Superfly living doublewide
Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride
Fuckin sack to share, bringing flash and glare
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air
Snake skin suits, 65 Chevelle
See me ridin in sin in the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big FUCK YOU
Who knew I'd blow up like Oaklahoma
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, Check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the Shit
(chorus)
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at and Say
HEY HEY
Let me hear where you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I'm a cowboy, Bad Ass in black singing HEY HEY HEY HEY
From side to side from front to back Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I put Detroit City back on the map by Singin HEY HEY HEY HEY
Kid Rocks in the house and thats where I'm at!
Prodigal Son
Cuz growin up I was never the logical one,
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite,
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green,
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank,
some disagree because my rents had bank
but all that's gold non't always glitter,
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme,
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money,
money,
money ain't shit to me,
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope that one she'll see and she come in to my show
Please,
God,
Please I'll pay any cost,
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there's too much hardship there's too much pain
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside,
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but parasites can't fade the Rock,
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success,
and suckers that step willll be put to rest,
yes,
I hold the key to my own success,
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha,
the funky tie hooter,
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen m.c.,
never was in a posse never wanted to be.
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope that one she'll see and she come in to my show
now I've been walkin the earth since the beginning of time,
and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world's end don't worry me,
and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin,
everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
fussin with the girls they waste my time,
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
crucified by the critics everyday,
cause I ain't really got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme,
I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper,
but only at night because I'm a day tripper
twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
visions of red shoot through my head,
and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope that one she'll see and she come in to my show
Paid
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"
and while your out gang bangin
tring to catch a murder case
your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face
bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam
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
resepct, plus to cash big checks
and mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray
cause to reach around just sounds so gay
i dont even swing that way
i told you hoes before i'm the K
I to the D R O C Kin, 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 aint got no feel
i dont need the fancy music to make mine
just the beat and the funky ass base line
drop a couple cuts on the track
8 tracks to the mother fuckin wack
so while your making record that dont recoup
i'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop yeah
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"
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 dont hafta lay sod just to make ends meet
October 31st 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 anial , cause i aint 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 ho, 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 aint 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 loose the funk,
i'll still be in the house gettin paid like Trump
ha ha ha, yeah
uhh, uhh 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
ohhhhhhh yeah come on comew on ababy
all night long
fuck me baby, fuck me baby
come on, come on, come on
fuck me baby, love me baby yeah
oh come on pretty baby, all night long
fuck me baby, come on fuck me baby
come on and do me daddy, all night long
umm, oh yeah
Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Thats right motherfuckers...Im back
(This is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yell, just pop that top
And i be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound chest
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin doosh bomb shrinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian
Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin,
the find hoe drillin'
With the million dolla' talent and the ten cent brain
Thank God, too long, too much cocaine
But now that Im back on the block, Im ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my games tight
I wish you might take a bite
Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the
harvest.
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio wont play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch
Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O
"Kid Rock, I aint not bitch"
Oh yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like ya dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Dino
Get a good look, bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus
Now your lookin really gay
Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest emcee of all time
Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see
Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV
I be what they call an old jeep bitch
I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Because the Detroit party dont stop yo
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop yo
Just your hands up high and lets rock yo
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop yo
Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss
Got the money green cutty(as in cutlas) with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on home D's bitch.
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust on fat asses
And i dont be givin' a fuck
Who the hell can rap better then me
Cause Im a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P
Its for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin
Up and down, been around from the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmy's, in the cities are never sober.
Ooh baby baby baby let me love ya
If you wanna get your freak on
I I'll just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh
Bitch, shit, Im the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Come on
Just throw your hands up high hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Because the Detroit party dont stop yo
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo I'm like
Lenny Bruce, girl
But I aint no god damn junkie
Cruisin with the Kid in my 71
To the crib of hoes gonna get us some
Ladies will keep our boners straighter
Midgits in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin for ya baby cause your so, so bumpin
How you like me now in my brand new jumpin
Im a natural born hoodlum not George Brown
One of these days you kid's will pay for my autograph.
So coo baby coo, baby call your momma
Im like Charlie Hooker girl
Got the boogy, drama
Got the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good.
With the boogie, drama yeah
Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine.
Playin the radio you look so fine.
With the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Let's get funkie, that's my job
Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out, let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
Dark & Grey
Fuck Off
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaarrrrrr
I'll probly never make it there
I never went to college
I aint got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders
And a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up
like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin
At the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live each day I pay
I am not jesus
But I died in vein
Only to re-live each day I'll pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaarrrrr
I'll probly never make it there
Rock rock y'all
To the beat y'all
Check it out y'all
Cant stop y'all
Rock rock y'all
To the beat y'all
Check it out y'all
Come alive y'all
I never felt at home
Although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind
In a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts
That's caught in a dam
Some days I'm gone
But that's where I am
I'm fit to slip
Another rippin rhyme
Im so ahead of the game
I feel left behind
Another dime to boost
I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see
This pirate's bread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I paaay
I am not jesus
But I died in vein
Only to re-live each day I pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaarrrrr
I'll probly never make it there
3 Sheets To The Wind
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black,
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess,
It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and,
so enticing,
strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows,
that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash,
slash and when I trash I bash,
I get ill I chill but u don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick,
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps,
and u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I,
although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on,
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on,
but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.,
as I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name???
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in,
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim,
gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo,
and for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Becuz the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo,
and I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me and fuck all u cops u
ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun,
so stay off my dick becuz I ain't the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up,
U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up,
and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one,
and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker,
Cuz I'm the kid.."rock muther fucker"
Straight from motown and I won't slow down,
I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down
And I show no shame,
cuz I'm down for mine,
now tell me what's my name
It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand,
I'm the kid ya dig and I'm a rock the whole land
Cuz no man can make a track this grand,
and if you know what I know than just....
Abortion
My veins are poppin' from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about?
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
And dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime?
Cause I've been missin' you
I've never heard you cry
I've never seen you why
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm dieing in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, where's my gun?
Oh where's my gun?
Oh Lord, where's my gun?
Oh Lord, my gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of Christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of Christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeahhhh heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But I'm me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so lonely
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
I Wanna Go Back
Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem
With some friends George and Jay
We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed
But what a shock it was to be on the set
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks
You can call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable
My whole lifestyle switched Hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, boom, the basement
On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement
Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And get some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and
Cole
My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo
Doc Ralph C used to buy me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x)
Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they greeted me like brothers
R-I-P to the coolass mothers
An my brother din dada
For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
I pour a tear out for y'all
Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, and Chris
And the rest of the beach crew
I aint sayin that i'm wrong, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beach crew's in the party
To the right to the left
Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph
And sometimes i feel blessed for sure
To have been a part of one or raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo
Kid Rock and it dont stop
I Wanna Go Back (3x)
I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him
I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim
Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way
I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh
Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands
Willie Night had a disco right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Black man runnin' crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin that money and pullin them hunnies
Spandex shorts, and the halter tops
Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops
The only white kid walked around on the block
Crusin' in Amp's low ridin' rag top
Go see Howard for what you need
Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed
Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles
People used to say "Rock you got soul"
Finks looked out, and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 3
And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio, records, and a taste of fame
But when i roll through the krem, it's all the same
Even though things change, you know i aint forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things i knew
Cause the new life i have now, lives for 2
Yeah, and that's where i'm at
I wanna go back (3x)
Let it ride, let it ride
Ya' Keep On
Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Fuck That
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
-- so all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!"
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
-- but in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like *SNIFFFFFF*
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!
I see lights in my sights but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong
-- say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like {*guitar riff*}
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
Fuck You Blind
I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think,
like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't stink
No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro,
dressed in black head to toe thinkin you're so fuckin euro
Tryin to act Manhattan when you're from some little village,
In a Public Enemy shirt and it's all for your image
Cuz any other rap you think it's crap,
fuckin trash;
Bitch talk your shit just never let me get that ass,
cuz...
(Chorus)I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
Back in school I knew this chick her name was Sara Bolerdies,
and she thought she was the shit becuz she dated older guys
Dumb bitch fuckin whore always wanted to get laid,
but never gave the pussy up to anybody in her grade
Played me like a sucker,
like a bitch,
like a punk,
that little pussy lickin finger fuckin ho ass cunt
Never once did she speak to anybody in her class,
so one day I told her never let me get that ass,
cuz...
(Chorus)I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind bitch,
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
Now all u bitches gettin fucked,
gettin drunk,
smokin buddha,
Gettin laid and gettin played like fuckin Amy Papuda
Better chill with that before u kill the cat,
before u spend your fuckin life lying on your back
U ain't gotta let me fuck u to be liked,
get a grip, shit I'll like u just the same if u suck a good
dick
And yo I'm not speakin to all u girls at my shows,
I'm speakin directly to all u fuckin bitches and hoes,
Huh,
cuz I love women ones who chill drink and laugh,
But if your fake ho don't ever cross my muther fuckin path,
cuz...(Chorus)
My Oedipus Complex
I need somebody won't u help me,
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me,
I need somebody u must tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time.
If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like
heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation,
I never liked my old man,
I couldn't stand to be around him
Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture.
My heart turns to stone and I think of this
(Chorus I)U never loved me u never held me tight,
instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night
u tried to make me think that your ways were best,
when all I was was an outlet for all your stress
Life it's the ultimate sin,
A game with no rules that you're expected to win
My personal hell's hidden with a grin
"Dad take the stand and let the trial begin"
U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool.
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
U should've went to school like your bigger brother,
but you played the fool with a different color
Runnin ship with a whip,
I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped
Money made u so wise,
how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes
Do as i say and not as I do,
but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u
And oh the pain how it hurts,
it was always your home and your business that came first
U said a man is as good as his word,
but your mind was closed and mine never herd
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree,
look at u then look at me...
(Chorus II)U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me,
And all u ever gave a damn about was money see
So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me,
And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free
Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy,
and I know at times I was not always there for you
We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time,
but understand growin up son I never had a dime
So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college,
and everything I have to this day u know I built it all
Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost
between us,
I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you
Son I said I'm sorry...
Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so.
Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so???
(Chorus III)I always loved u I always cared for u,
just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru
I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know,
and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know
Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!