You knew that I was coming
'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game
and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that
I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead
Uh, I'm in the red cause my
mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me,
but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains
and touch the sun
Don't get scared now,
you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
'Cause it's been
a long time
comin' but I finally broke
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker,
Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name,
ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I I ain't no ho, fuck the radio,
comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch Watch Watch Watch
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and and paid and
sold off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
Never Never Never fake, shake,
straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat-out, you you diss me punk,
that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking,
I'm I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit,
Top-Dog I'm I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
My My My My My motto, "be cool,
keep pimpin'"
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
We float like butterflies,
sting like queen bees
Strapped with AKs straight
from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin'
like the K-I-D
And And And it's all good,
I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fucks with you and I'm
gonna mack 'em
St. Claire shores
and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and seven
hundred-dollar dinners
dinners
From hangin' with sinners
and secondhand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect
from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my
balls in your mouth
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the
dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my
nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want
to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down
I never seen 'em around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs,
drop-top, and and jacuzzi
No more floozies,
only high-class hoes
A couple when it rains and
a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along
with my habit
And a garden hose made
out of twenty-four karat
karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes,
you couldn't fill em' doc
You're too old to kid,
too soft to rock
I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax
and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all
over your test of time
I'm the J-O-E to to to the C, ho
Call me Joe C,
got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
Three-foot-nine with with
with a ten-foot dick
dick
The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a
bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna
shine like glass
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm
raking cash
High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
(We like to party, rock the party)
We like to party, rock the party
(We like to party, rock the party)
You like to party, rock the party
(We like to party, rock the party)
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Kid Rock 
