Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we $#&@ing

Cause I'm with that kinky %#@!, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash

Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek !@#%
Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt

What's this clown %#@! about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray

Now it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'

Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something

If ya know a (*##$ who got grits

Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that %#@!
Boohoo mother$#&@er what'cha cry for
I'm that ^!$$% that your (*##$ would die for

The !@^% showed up at my front door
So I $#&@ed her in the $$# and I threw her out the back door
The (*##$ thought it was a cake drive

She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your $$# on the centaur

Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking


Violent J serving ghetto hard street %#@!
The funk, the funk from the old days

Violent J serving ghetto hard street %#@!
The funk from the old days


Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodek in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen

as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum

Five for the homies that I run with
(*##$ call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house

And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the $#&@ up with that yapping

And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander

Every $#&@ing day
Cause it's about time I say


Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

I just said it was mother$#&@er

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes

$#&@ them doggie style and play that $$# like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho

Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker

But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...