Oooooooo Yeahhhhhh
And while your out gang bangin
Tring to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin f***** in the face
b**pin to the base of some old school rap jam
This ain't tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I want to 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 to cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Ruddy 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 are O see 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 a** base line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother f***** wack
So while your making record that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop
Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin'
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** me baby all night long
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** 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 f***** 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 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin
You see my mask and bag b****, I ain't bullshittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda a***, cause I ain't no f***** 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 w****s at?
Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I won't 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 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 b**
Got a business mind, so if I loose the funk,
I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin'
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** me baby all night long
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** me til the break of dawn
Come on, come on, come on
Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
f*** me baby...let it ride, let it ride
f*** me baby come on, come on...somebody
f*** me baby...oh yeah
Love me baby...oh yeah
Come on yeah, all night long
Baby, come on, f*** me baby
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
And while your out gang bangin
Tring to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin f***** in the face
b**pin to the base of some old school rap jam
This ain't tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I want to 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 to cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Ruddy 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 are O see 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 a** base line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother f***** wack
So while your making record that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop
Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin'
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** me baby all night long
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** 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 f***** 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 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin
You see my mask and bag b****, I ain't bullshittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda a***, cause I ain't no f***** 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 w****s at?
Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I won't 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 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 b**
Got a business mind, so if I loose the funk,
I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin'
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** me baby all night long
f*** me baby, Kid Rock come f*** me baby
f*** me baby, f*** me til the break of dawn
Come on, come on, come on
Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
f*** me baby...let it ride, let it ride
f*** me baby come on, come on...somebody
f*** me baby...oh yeah
Love me baby...oh yeah
Come on yeah, all night long
Baby, come on, f*** me baby
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long