Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin': > $#&@ me baby, Kid Rock
come $#&@ me baby
$#&@ me baby, $#&@ me baby all night long

$#&@ me baby, Kid Rock come $#&@ me baby
$#&@ me baby, $#&@ me 'til the break of dawn


And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch

gettin' $#&@ed in the face
Bumpin' to the bass 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 ba!@&(t 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-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the muther$#&@in' 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':
$#&@ me baby, Kid Rock come $#&@ me baby
$#&@ me baby, $#&@ me baby all night long

$#&@ me baby, Kid Rock come $#&@ me baby
$#&@ me baby, $#&@ 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 $#&@in 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, (*##$, I ain't bull %#@!tin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub

I'm kinda !@#^, cause I ain't no $#&@in slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat

Where's the !@^%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 !@$^ boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum

Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump


Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
$#&@ me baby, Kid Rock come $#&@ me baby

$#&@ me baby, $#&@ me baby all night long
$#&@ me baby, Kid Rock come $#&@ me baby
$#&@ me baby, $#&@ me til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
$#&@ me baby, $#&@ me baby

Come on, come on, come on