Back in the muther fuckin saddle
my six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner
my saddle horn rubs right and yo it's givin me a boner
I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
but that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me
And we didn't even fuck
I gave my last gold tooth 'n gold nugget to get my dick sucked
3 days out on the frontier

Cause growin up I was never, the logical one
Packed my shit, left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I never went back
Filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
Pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age thirteen

I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If you could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
I couldn't stand to be around him
Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture, yeah

this is the kickin kid rock with the kickin kid rap, shit
I'm on top and I rock for tricks
ally whips and nips and flips trips for whips
i get all the money, pussy falls like rain
make gettin' laid a pain, thats why i never complain
and if i ain't in it for the money, i'm in it for the p
it's 1998 ya'll and ya still can't fuck with me
(fuck fuck fuck fuck...)