Kid Rock - Is That You? lyrics

Violent J Violent J is that you? I'm on the microphone so what'cha want to do? Violent J Violent J is that you? A wicked wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we f**ing 'cause I'm with that kinky sh** hoe I can see you bu*t naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the gla** Let me in, hoe, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing But don't get all geek s*ut 'cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your bu*t What's this clown sh** about? A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I want to do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a b**h who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that sh** Boohoo motherf**er what'cha cry for I'm that n***a that your b**h would die for The who*e showed up at my front door So I f**ed her in the a** and I threw her out the back door The b**h thought it was a cake drive She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside You driving me home, well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your a** on the centaur Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street sh** The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street sh** The funk from the old days Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yodek in it Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with b**h call your mother cause you're done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep bu*t-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping So could ya shut the f** up with that yapping And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something 'cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every f**ing day 'cause it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I want to do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherf**er Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes f** them doggy style and play that a** like a bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting home runs and never wimp, ho Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya