A ha ha, that's right mother$#&@ers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin

Check it

Times are changin'

Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'


Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top


Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well

Hey hey hey
Well well well well



And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test

Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,


Straight limpin,
Boone's Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'

Chillin, like a villain, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin

With the million dollar talent

And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block


I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night

My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite


Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town

Top Dog get down

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around

The world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch

I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO


"Kid Rock I ain'ts no (*##$"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,

When I step straight into the party with my homeboy

Tino

"What's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander


I'm made in Detroit
But my name ain't Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like $#&@in' Billy Ray Cyrus


I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see

Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV

I be

What they call an O-G (*##$
I'm the mother$#&@in' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause

A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's (*##$

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat $$#es

And I don't be givin a $#&@ who da hell can rap better than me
'Cause I'm a true $#&@in' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,

Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top

Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just $#&@ ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, %#@!
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp


Hey hey hey
Come on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all


Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

My name is Tino, you know

Baby let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no !@#$ junkie
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71

To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah

Midgets in the house want to smell my finger

Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not George Raft


One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like Charlie Hooker baby
I got the boogie drama

With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job

Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody

With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama