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Who are you, who are you
Well Im the punk with the pump in the back of my pack
How you step rock
I step in stride
I step across stage with my nuts in my hand
The punks wanna front cause I got my own band
Goddamn Im the man with the helly buzz
And my shit dont stink, like elis does
Ima pleasure girls man from what I heard
Nah man, I kicked that bitch to the curb
I dont really need to be tied down
Im a ramblin man, and Im platinum bound
Me too, rolled my crew, Im not too new
.16 is what I blew
I bet that set you straight, that illegal action
Fuck that, I still roll with a 40 in my lap
Back in 2nd grade, I carried a lunch box
Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
Snortin that d by the dime
Wish I could slow down, Im ahead of my time
Im the krack, Im the krack
Krack, krack, krack
Im the krack bitch, my last dimes what Im bettin
Im up in the casino with a flash like stetson
Girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer
So I grab me a bitch and I slapped her in the rear
My livingroom is the place Im hangin out
Uptight pussys is the shit Im bangin out
Im sick of livin in these perplex times
Thats why I kick these motherfuckin sex rhymes
Im headin down south
Im headin down south
Im headin down, headin down
Hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go
Im headin down south on a dusty path
I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask
Ass on the wagon and they think Im all soft
But I dont givea fuck, Im trippin my balls off
Up in the crack house tunin them rocks off
Hoes come around an we be knockin the box top
Knocked out, knocked up and all that shit
Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your clit
Everything that gets old
It gets over rated
Old to me, just means out dated
Im the kid rock, fuck all that 60s shit
Take woodstock and shove it up your mommas clit
Oh shit, and there it is
I get a lot of pussy cause Im in show biz
Twas the night before christmas and all through the house
I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out.
Put her hands on her flop and started eyein me
So I smacked the ole bitch with my flyin d
Thats when I said "man I gotta get a grip"
Looked at the tv realized I was trippin
It aint no party like a detroit party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
I said it aint no party like a detroit party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
It aint no party like a detroit party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
I said it aint no party like a detroit party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
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