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 'til the break of dawn
And while your out g**nin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' f**ed in the face
Bumpin' to the ba** of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,
but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause a 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'in
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What its 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 a beat and a funky-a** ba** line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherf**in' wax
So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop
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... ...yeah all night long
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole f**in world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' 'Trick-or-treat'
'Oh arent you a little old to be trickin'
You see my mask and bag, b**h, I ain't bull sh**tin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda an*l, cause I ain't no f**in slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the who*es at
West side, 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'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft p**n boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a 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
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
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
f** me baby, f** me baby
Come on, come on, come on