Let me hear you say "Kid Rocks up on the stage"
Hey slick, check it
I´m the Rock you know, i´m gonna smoke it up
So i can rock it through old school disco cuts
I´m the crisco slick, checkin sisco´s shit
I´m the ultimate
Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherfuckin day
While i´m strong, let me steal your rhyme
Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong
Uh, and i aint bullshittin
Suckin motherfuckers with the game i´m spittin
And aint a damn thing changed
Come on y´all and tell me, whats my name?
(Kid Rock, Rock)
I´m the boy fucked up with the hip and hop
And on the seven sea´s they call me Daddy Rock
I had to coochie watch, back in the day
But i pawned that shit for a rock, last May
And now i´m back on track
I don´t smoke the crack, don´t shoot the smack
I told y´all once, i don´t bang
But i lick more coochie than Katie Lang
Uh, and you don´t stop
Rock the rythem that´ll make your body pop
That somebody, anybody, all y´all scream
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Check it out yo
What i wanna do is break it down
And show y´all a little somthin about where i come from
Show you some skills of how i used to rock basement party´s
On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo
Check it
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Some of that yo
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin party yo
Break it down on the lst like this
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don´t stop
It aint no party like a Detroit party
When your in the fuckin house with Kid Rock