Kid Rock - Back From The Dead lyrics

Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys Never slackin hoes I be mackin not wacked I don't try to act black when I came up i came at ya from the outskirts bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone Hit bound from the Mo-town allen f** a 40 I drink it by the gallon I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J. park parties gettin drunk on Sunday Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip sh** up An now I've toured this nation pimp of the nation pullin hoes Rock the set in each city then step me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef b**hes, they think I'm s**ist but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries and gimme a plate of that p**y on the side Triple x on the set showin no cla** just a foul mouthed little f**in smart a** No fool I went 2 high school dumb a** smoked dope and i flunked every cla** Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed An outcast sick of being hara**ed so I dashed moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin gra** Now I reside on the eastside lovin it cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it Flex, s**, run of the next flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the s**ers who wanted 2 Front an get around 2 the 2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like Every time f** I don't eat no manwich kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town but this town ain't sh** but a ghost town Who ever said it they lied they fessed b**h I'm the best in the mother f**in Midwest Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck One bad b**h I smoke hash from a stick Got more cash than f**in White Boy Rick My first LP wasn't pushed for sh** so Jive Records yo, go and s** a fat dick Cuz I'm rippin like a chainsaw yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya s**ers like Hee Haw Roll it up, take a hit and then pa** it That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat