Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Who's in the house?

Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr

Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?

Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr

Who's in the house?

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh


Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come mother$#&@ers

Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where we're from
Detroit baby

You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh


(Who's your Uncle?)


Uncle Krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platnum plus

Double platnum (what?) Tripple platnum ($#&@)
You'd be a calm mother$#&@er if you add that up.
Can you back that up?

Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth

I'm the same mother$#&@er you been hearin' about
Kracker went pop?
Naw, I did the pop bash

Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom D, people thought i went soft, %#@!
I'm still very difficult to $#&@ with


Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan
The early morning stoned mother$#&@ing pimp

of the God damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw mother$#&@ers lets rock
With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop

Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? Kid Rock God damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats

Aint slept in weeks
Got too many freaks
Seen too many geeks

Try to rock the rap, so I'm back with heat
To unseat the wack
I'ma unpack, and set up shop

I'ma step back and watch you rock
I'ma rock track, so stop the pop
Then I'ma master blastin through the aftershock

I got, dug ditches to burry you (*##$es
Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven

From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh

Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh Come onnnnn
Kid Rock mother$#&@er with the TBT

Rollin' through your city like the General Lee
You wanna $#&@ with me? Don't test the odds
Cause your arms are too short to box with God
But if ya, send me your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole $#&@in' crew high

Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known Kid Rock is back
Yeahhh rollin' with the TBT
Were gonna rock the house for my man Joe C.
Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on

Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh