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A bottle of jack's got my manager grinnin'
yeah that's me that keeps the turntables spinniN'
I'm countin cards and I keep on winnin'
I know God hates me cuz I'm always sinnin'
U don't know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
you'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
makin a lotta money but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
and I don't give a fuck u can't buy my tape in K-Mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague
but still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude
and send ya runnin' playin' pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
Cuz I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
and I'm a tear shit up like they did in South Central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a bitch
nobody ever loved u so you're the son of a dick
I'm a product of a young girl top in her class
you're a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past it's old and dusty
so from now on I'm callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
so now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white hair
An yo buck won't you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock Mother fucker yo I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry I fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get fucked - They don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt - show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack - the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain shit it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - Bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got the sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga

I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

Yeah - 30,000 mother fuckin feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this

Oh shit some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces

Well I'm Kid Rock
got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player
Nope I'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for - yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed

Let's do it
Should we do it
Can we do it

Uh
Kick on back to the rap I format
When its through what you do is just play it back
Rewind it
Find it
That's how I desinged it
And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it
And grind on it
I mean push and bump
Cause it's about time we made this party jump
Take a drink of your forty
And lets get naughty
Get on the floor and just move your body to the sound
I found and also developed
Lets trip don't sit, come on get the hell up
Look at the black man, now what'd up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Yeah...Yeah
Streets of Romeo
Mt. Clemens
Detroit
All over

Now people always me and KDC
If we take this activity a seriously
I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely
And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money
Yes a stupid question, but I wont quote ya
Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah
I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K
Down with Jive, RCA
Hey how could you judge me cause what I am
Be blind to my mind
And take a look and say fuck him
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Okay...Yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two, to the three
And we always come back for more

Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high fade
And we all get paid
Tryin to blow my rap down the sink
But go ahead cause my rap's made of brick
And it sticks
Kicks
Hits
And uplifts
At shows, it flows but never drifts
It's too swift and moves with quickness
Top Dog again and you say what is this
Its the under rated MC on top
The young six foot one Kid Rock
Look at the black man, now what's up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Okay...Yeah
Get down
Come back
The black man from New Jersey
KDC
Kid Rock
It's the crew right here
Bitch

Now Patty keep it going with the guitar
Yeah, all you punk ass bitches
Hahahaha
This is Kid Mother Fuckin Rock
The beast crew is in the house
All you suckers
This is a mother fuckin party
You better ask somebody
So get your mother fuckin hands up in the air
This ain't no joke
Yo this is the mother fuckin east side
Detroit is in this mother fucker
Uh haha
Yo the black man
From parts unknown
Can you dig it
You Bitch
Yeah...Yeah
For the ninties...Hoe

15 years on this lonley road
I paid my own way
I carried my own load
I never asked too much from no one
I was much too proud
All i ever wanted
Was to play music for
A sold out crowd

Bitches, money fame
They say i had it all
6 foot 1
I walked around like i was
10 feet tall
Did you see me shine
Where the hell where you now
Detroit city back in 99
Stoned out of my mind

On that rock-n-roll pain train
I had to slow things down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on
The ground
Lifes been good to me so far
Hope its been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you

Now ive been rollin on love n lust
I ride around on this million dollar bus
But this is just a bus man
I cant sleep at night
Man i miss my babies
And id really like to fuck my wife
But she aint there tonight

On the rock-n-roll pain train
After the lights go down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground

Lifes been good to me so far
Hope its been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you

Ive seen this train wreck
Time and time again
I felt its pain
Ive seen it take my friends
Youve got to stop and take a look man
Or life will pass you by
Get your guitar and a good song
Thats all you really need to ride

On that rock-n-roll pain train
I cant slow it down
The music and the whiskey
Dont it make you wanna get loud
Lifes been good to me so far
I hope its been kind to you
Stand trong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
The sun will always shine on you