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Detroit Thang
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell your body
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah

I'm bout to say the law, cause i'm the K-I-D
I'll be whippin and flippin rhyms from the fuckin D
And for the peoples, and for the peoples
Aint nobody in the D bein equals to us
So i bust, cause it's a must that i go for my
With another funky Detroit rhyme, yeah
I got it all like Jack, and my shit is Phat, you know that
And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Somebody in the houes?
Somebody, can i get a little soul clap
Can i get a soul clap y'all, a soul, a soul clap y'all
There's a party in the D, where ya at yo

It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell your body
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah

I be bustin and fluckin, for the mother fucks
Cause i'm the biggin with the rock
Who got the gettin ducks
Talkin 'bout John Lee, I'm talkin 'bout the P funk
Come on lets get drunk
Get a glass of wine, you'll be feelin fine
Rock is on the mic., i'm 'bout to go for mine
Got my shoelaces laced up, my hat turned back
My shit is Phat, you know that

It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell you 'bout it
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah
It's a Detroit thing

Aint talkin 'bout Philly, no
Aint talkin 'bout DC., no
Aint talkin 'bout New Orleans, where they say the funk got started
I'm talkin 'bout the D, i'm talkin 'bout the D y'all
I'm talkin 'bout the D
It's a Detroit thing

Yes, yes y'all, A free freak y'all
To the beach y'all, so unique y'all
I rock, rock y'all, i'm Kid Rock y'all
There's a party in the D, where ya at yo
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right

It's a Detroit thing, same same
It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, tell your body
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah
And ya don't stop, and ya don't quit
And ya don't stop, stop, stop
Let ya body rock, and ya rock a shot
Like in the sure shot
Cause you know i got the fuckin rhyms that'll make you say hooahh
Bring it down
Y'all know what the fuck i'm talkin 'bout
don't even stand there in the front
Put your hands in the air y'all
Lets rock one more time, here we go

It's a Detroit thing, everybody
It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a Detroit thing
It's a Detroit thing

Ya Keep On
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


Pass that dang coat boy I'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho don't call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I don't care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now if you don't know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya don't just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Shotgun Blast
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


Ahhhhhhh, shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin house
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts

Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug
Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty
Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days don't move me
So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves
I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves
Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their ladys
Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my babies
Grab me it never hurt no one
A broken home always hurts someone
Grab me it never hurt no one
I saw kid's get shot, don't sell guns
And still i rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does
Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella steady buzz
From a 5th of ole Jimmy Beam
We fryin emcee's up just like some motherfuckin Jimmy Dean
Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it's no thing
Drinkin more Colt's then the 45 king
Swingin emcee's like a cow hands rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, i'm straight slittin throats
Cause that's the way I like to do shit holmes
Every time I get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way i like to do shit holmes
I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam
Feel like i got bank, but it's not enough friend
Cause i want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause i'm a cheep fuck

Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts

Shotgun Blast
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


Ahhhhhhh, shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin house
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts

Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug
Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty
Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days don't move me
So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves
I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves
Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their ladys
Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my babies
Grab me it never hurt no one
A broken home always hurts someone
Grab me it never hurt no one
I saw kid's get shot, don't sell guns
And still i rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does
Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella steady buzz
From a 5th of ole Jimmy Beam
We fryin emcee's up just like some motherfuckin Jimmy Dean
Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it's no thing
Drinkin more Colt's then the 45 king
Swingin emcee's like a cow hands rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, i'm straight slittin throats
Cause that's the way I like to do shit holmes
Every time I get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way i like to do shit holmes
I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam
Feel like i got bank, but it's not enough friend
Cause i want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause i'm a cheep fuck

Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts
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Freestyle Rhyme
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


Kid Rock, i'm gonna rock the house biatch
It goes, 1 for the trebble, and 2 for the bass

And the blue eyed devils gonna rock this place
Cause i don't give a damn what ya label me
I'm still able G, to wreck the whole town
Got my cards on the table, it's a Royal Flush
In God i trust, and it's a must i bust
The angel dust and the strick 9
A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine
Never uptight, see i'm that light that shines
Lady's always askin me 'what's your sign'
I'm a Capricorn, not a Taurus
I'm the oriental lick master from the forrest
I'm the Borris, sorest, looser that you ever saw
But watch out slick, i'm quick on the draw
And i'll be blastin the fools like this
Pop, pop, pop, shit!
Rocks no joke, i go straight for the throat
Chillin it late on my old mans boat
I hate to grin about the girls i got
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo i got a whole lot
Stright pimpin, cant stop this
So when i get low on dough, i make my hoe's dance topless
Watch me rock this, i'm far from spotless
I'm really kinda dirty, flippin you the birdy
Rollin on chrom D's
Bumpin them motherfuckin Beasties
I see these emcee's laugh at Rock
But i'm nuclear
Feel the wrath of the after shock
Cause after Rock, rocks the spot, i leave the whole crowd hot
On the mic with my nuts in my hand
With the sluts backstage, hittin nuts on demand
That could never be a buster, a straight hustler
I got a good bitch, but i still don't trust her
Let me lay it on the line

I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid tryin to get mine
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme uhh, uhh

I gave an invitation to the president, just for kicks
It said 'your courduly invited to suck my dick'
I'ma trippin, true as this
I got mill in the bank, cause i make so much sence
Hell bent, and i'm whisky bound
Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no)
Some people just don't get it
They got no talent so they hide behind the gilnick and rcok with it
It's a shame, but who's to blame.
I got a C note brain, steel veins
I got love for everyone
Just don't get dumb, cause if ya get dumb,ya get done
From the jimmy to the beach, to the bum
From the fist, to the back, to attack with the hand granades
You cant fade me, i'm down for mine
And the hate in the world, is the sign of the times
Let me lay it on the line

I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid tryin to get mine
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme
freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme uhh, uhh

Now i'm the highest, flyest emcee in town
The scratchin, most smackinest emcee around
Heaven sentin, representin always
Your on MTV, radio, game all crazed
I blaze smoke screen, 4-5 OG's
Got the ladys breakin with this gotee
24 on a 12 step relaps
Phill and Bill bozin at the knee caps
I'll be back if i don't make green
With the funky rhyms and the no sell out themes
I have dreams and aspirations
My graduation, was from pimp of the county to pimp of the nation
Damn nation is shockin signs
From the Kid Rock flows, to the free stlye rhymes

Classic Rock
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


Well guess whos back, with a big fat cock
It's the Kid motherfucker with the Classic Rock
Like Wax That Booty, yodeleyeho, punk
Slappin you hoes with Dick when I get drunk
From Alabama, to Texacana
Bend over bitch and let me slam her
Big fat dick up in your booty, oh goody
If your a freaky hoe, well do the backdoor boody
Bitch
don't need your front
You'de shit your pants if I licked your cunt
Fuckin in the can, fuckin in the showers
I got more hoes then my man Ed Powers
I wont send flowers at the fuckin (???)
You can bet your ass I'll be screaming (???)
I don't really need to be tied down
Im a rancid man and I'll slap the bells
When I was on the hunt rippin hoes apart
And I fuck so hard I make their pussy fart
Do the hip-hip-hop yep it don't stop
Im back, bitch, with the Classic Rock
(???)
Now if you wanna be fucked then step up, bitch
Im gonna pack my dick all up in your shit
Now I don't like rubbers, they hold me back
Instead a hoe like (???) would rock that back
I wont cut slack for the stuck up hoes
Here, my prime turn up their nose
Slimmy on a slit, try to tell me how to shake
An' when I trop my drawers and shove up my dick
Huh, you know thats true
I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew
Got a hole Nig Sue in one dang pants
Fucked em both at the same time
Playin shows, fuckin hoes
Got the dope in my veins and up my nose
I want some hoes I can mack on
Kid Rock, an' I get more pussy then a tamp-on
Kid, to the clip, to the grip, to the flip
Stood back, to the slap, to my nuts in your butt
Yeah don't stop, because Im back with the Classic Rock
You put my balls in your mouth, and you don't stop
You put my balls in your mouth

My Name Is ROCK
Kid Rock , Albüm : Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp


Fly with new blast, get gas
Kid Rock some folks thought i'd flew right past
Faded fast, ran outta gas
Here i come again, all back in that ass
No questions, i tell no lies
Rely Kid Rock is on the rise
Like a sky scraper
I'm back like smack, and so are the vapors
And the papers, cause i'm gonna rhyme
Right, jump right back up into the lime light
And i'm rackin my brain where the pain was
No i got more soul than the train does
Mid western funkin, car pumpin from the amps in the trunkin
Ya cant stop this boy, this time
I'm the real macoy
And you know My name is Rock

You know My name is Rock [7x]

So hey punk, feel the funk
Feel the wrath of the rock
Non stop, i got a glock in my pants
I don't dance, i sit around
I don't sip 40's, i pound
I been around too long, commin too strong
Kid Rock got it goin on
See me, see you, see through, emcee's who knew
Fly like the wind, i hang like a hinge
Been gone like rhymes on a drinkin binge
So don't cringe at the sight of Rock
Ya wanna fight the rock, ya gotta fight this glock
And you can say my beats are fake
But it don't mean shit when your gettin paid
Hip-Hop, the jam don't stop

You know My name is Rock [7x]

I'm the D to the O, P to the D
O to the straight up G see
I been around like Jesus layin tracks
But i had to come back, i had to come back
Back from the dead, enough said
Still trippin like Fred
Be red, ya got a head full of holes
I got a head full of bowls
I'm the K-I straight from the D, punk
From the home of the B funk
Aint no frontin here, i wont disapear
I'll be around next year
I'm the Jiffymack
In the rack, writin off for some ify crack
Last year, this year it's all the same
But you know my name is Rock
You know My name is Rock [8x]
K-I-D's the name