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KID ROCK : Devil Without A Cause lyrics

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KID ROCK lyrics : "Devil Without A Cause"

You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips

And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead

I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a

I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed

And $#&@ all you hoes

Cause it's been a long time comin'

But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope mother$#&@er, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed

No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
$#&@ the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage

Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges
Up that $$# for the nine eight (nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes

Seven years on wax comin correct
Flat out you diss me punk
That's when I pull a strap out

And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a $#&@-$#&@-$#&@ing your
Cause they know who's runnin' this %#@!, Top Dog I'm the

Role model, your mother-$#&@ing H-E-R-O
My motto, Be Cool...Keep Pimpin

Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats

We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the $#&@'s goin on in the D

Bunch of white boys pimpin like the K-I-D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick $$# like donkeys

Anybody $#&@'s with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

I'm going Platinum
I'm going Platinum

We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum


Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody

(Come On)
Yeah we come to party

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex

To gettin much respect from top record exec's
The cool Kid's comin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth

Bet that $$# hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was $#&@ing runny

Now my $#&@in' bunnies gettin' $#&@in' Matchbox 20 money
Mother$#&@ers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around

All the %#@! we talked, all the %#@! we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie

Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows

A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the %#@! you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc

You're too old to kid too soft to rock
Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time

I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
Were going platinum

Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Come on


Straight out of the streets of Taylor

3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C

I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak hoe call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead

Old as piss, but small as $$#
Watch me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle
And I'm down with The Devil

Say we like to party, rock the party

We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

Come on

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