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kid rock an’ i got all the hoes sayin’: > f-ck me baby, kid rock come f-ck me baby
f-ck me baby, f-ck me baby all night long
f-ck me baby, kid rock come f-ck me baby
f-ck me baby, f-ck me ’til the break of dawn

and while your out g-ngb-ngin’
tryin to catch a murder case
your ho’s on my couch
gettin’ f-cked in the face
b-mpin’ to the b-ss of the old school rap jams
this ain’t tennis,
but yo i’ll use my backhand
on any grown man who tries to check rock
i wanna headbang, i gotta hip-hop
cause i’m a stick with what got me paid
lickin’ that coochie with the high-top fade
im self-made like henry ford
i’m on this mic but it feels like i been here before
i want more then the next man
respect, plus the cash, big checks
and mack on hoes like rudy ray
cause a reach around just sounds so gay
i don’t even swing that way
i told you hoes before i’m the k
i to the d, r-o-c-k’in
rhyme sayin, guitar playin’
turntables spinnin’ at a bas-m-nt jam
no fame, no money, but you wouldn’t understand
what its like to be so real
you got the beats, and the rhymes,
but you ain’t got no feel
i don’t need the fancy music to make mine
just a beat and a funky–ss b-ss line
drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the m-th-rf-ckin’ wax
so why you’re makin’ records that don’t recoup
i’m in the house gettin’ paid like snoop

kid rock and i got all the hoes sayin’:
f-ck me baby, kid rock come f-ck me baby
f-ck me baby, f-ck me baby all night long
f-ck me baby, kid rock come f-ck me baby
f-ck me baby, f-ck me til the break of dawn… …yeah all night long

i want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
i want a order of fries with a side of grease
i wish for peace throughout this land
i want the whole f-ckin world in my hand
i want a band like the u.s. funk mob
see i can rap i don’t have to lay sod
just ta make ends meet
october 31st, yellin’ “trick-or-treat”
“oh arent you a little old to be trickin”
you see my mask and bag, b-tch, i ain’t bull sh-ttin
hittin homeruns like rusty staub
i’m kinda -n-l, cause i ain’t no f-ckin slob
i’m the cradle thats able ta rock any format
but still i’m labled, and treated like a doormat
where’s the wh-r-s at
west side, hoes like cars so i ride em for a test drive
i’m like a pringle, i wont go soft
i got a new jingle i’m about to go off
hey ho check it out, i really like to turn you out
and if you’de be good to me, i’ll yodel in your valley
kid rock ain’t nothin’ nice
got the soft p-rn boomin’ with the beans and rice
got a head full of lice cause i’m a such a sc-m
got a pocket-full of money, but i’m dressed like a b-m
got a business mind so if i lose the funk
i’ll still be in the house gettin’ paid like trump

- kid rock

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