Ahh...
I’m here and it’s clear I’m gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain’t kojak or dr. suess
It’s the kid muther fucker and I’m gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than randy rhoads

Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
my flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
and that all might be true
but it did not happen overnight
so let me tell my tale to you
It started out when I was six just tellin' dirty jokes
my mother overheard and washed my mouth out with soap
Now as I grew I always knew what it was for me to do

My ideas like highs
they come and they go
it seems I've forgotten what I need to know
I feel I'm wasting time at night when I sleep
someone so shallow that's in so deep
So I patch the holes that yet haven't appeared
completely blinded but things are so clear
I know just what to do but why the fuck should I bother
I'm content sitting at the right hand of our father
Fuckin A is all I got to say

A bottle of jack's got my manager grinnin'
yeah that's me that keeps the turntables spinniN'
I'm countin cards and I keep on winnin'
I know God hates me cuz I'm always sinnin'
U don't know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
you'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood

Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
my problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
got the same birth date as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky

Someone channel surfin:

[Channel 1:] Where'd ya get the beauty scar tough guy, eatin pussy
[Channel 2:] Yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty, no-no baby, baby, baby
[Channel 3:] This guy is really hot
[Channel 4:] Gosh it's hot
[Channel 5:] It looks and feels natural, just like a part of you
[Channel 6:] The trouble with you is, your alergic to motown bellisle, bellisle
[Channel 7:] LSD

Dum diti dum dang dang di dum
2 bums in an alley with a bottle of rum
1 bum said look Jack I'm the shit
put his knees to his ears and sucked his own dick
My mothers crazy I think she sniffs glue
she never liked me and I know that's true
Kicked me out the crib becuz I got a tattoo
No one loves me and no one cares
and all I ever get is funny stares
I can't help it if I'm nothin but a wino

You know how it is
Some guys just gotta make time to get their rocks off no matter what
I'm like that
Tearin up pussy every where i go
I'm Kid mother fuckin Rock so what's up hoe
You wanna get fucked by me dick mick dangles
Then drop your funky drawers straight down to your ancles
And swing that big ass in my direction
For a little safe sex for the inspection

Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang
But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems

Cruisin' thru town in my jacked up truck
eyes open cuz I'm scopin' for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth
Now get, get with it looked across the street
I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat
rolled up on the freak and I started to speak

I need somebody won't u help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me
I need somebody u must tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If u 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

Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
not wacked I don't try to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen

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

I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think
like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't stink
No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro
dressed in black head to toe thinkin you're so fuckin euro
Tryin to act Manhattan when you're from some little village
In a Public Enemy shirt and it's all for your image
Cuz any other rap you think it's crap fuckin trash

I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you

I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam
In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp
Back in 86 man I was seein a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think

Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
so enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash

Have you ever known a free lancer
Thinks that he's a camper
Known around my way as the cramper
Like P.M.S. always pokin'
But he won't go away with a little Motrin
Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder
The worms kinda like i guess a modern day Felix Unger
When ya first meet em ya think he's O.K.
But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been 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 of 13

Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho
From the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the best
In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there's no contest
For the pimp in the pimp of the nation
So fuck college and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold hands

I had a realization of God, I saw God
And umm, it's not a face or a figure or anything
It was a presence, umm the woods
(all natural) God is all natural
The sun, the universe, everything
You, me were part of God, were part of God
It was an incredible feeling
And to use acid is religious for me