Kid Rock

[Kid Rock]
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game You 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
Uh! I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin’
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm gonna 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 fuck 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 motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio I'm comin' from that
R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sold off 12 gauges
Up that ass for the 9-8
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 the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking im fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C-E-O
Role model, your mother-fucking 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 way more Beavers in Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck'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 ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Chorus: Kid Rock
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
I'm going Platinum (DEVIL)
I'm going Platinum (DEVIL)
We're going platinum (DEVIL)
Devil without a cause I'm going platinum
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
Yeah we come to party
[Kid Rock]
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and $700 dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record execs.
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out